Metaphorically Aching

The end of summer looms nearer all the time.

Events.

Deadlines.

Planning.

Hoping.

Applying.

Praying.

Missing.

So many things I want to say, all things I can't seem to put into words.

So I'll do what I've always done.

Breathe.

List.

Prioritize.

Stress.

Panic.

Solve.

Most importantly, I'll hide my pain from those around me as best I can.

Will it ever end?

My Keyboard Missed Me

It's good to be writing again, even if I feel a little ridiculous with it. Definitely not my usual type of writing, but it should be interesting, nonetheless. It'll be good to get feedback on my ideas, too. Make sure my creative process isn't taking me too far away from the real world and what a normal train of thought can follow!

I'm also finally going to be working full time. What a relief! Working at Premier on simple assembly stuff, still tutoring, and working with Mom on landscaping. Who knew pulling weeds could be so much fun?

My closet has some fresh paint on it- Sir Anger finally has (some of) his purple armor! Even though he's still missing an arm... heh... Maybe I'll sketch that in tomorrow, as I have an awful lot of time.

Definitely missing conversation with a few that have become inaccessible, due to work and lack of proximity to a computer. Ah, well, summer jobs will be done and gone soon enough. I just have to make it till then.

I'm debating packing up all of my wire and beads. I simply have no motivation to work with them anymore. Crazy, I know, I've been working that craft for almost nine years, no joke. I'm burnt out completely. I think it would be a good idea for me to completely put them away and concentrate on other arts for a while, come back to it in a year or two with new ideas and new inspirations. It's a hard thing to face, but I think, ultimately, I'll benefit from it a lot.

For now, I think I'll make cookies, since I found my cookie cutters!