Membership is free but comes with a price; sore arms.
Who else is a member? 😛
Sometimes bad friends pay visits at the worst times.
During such a time, I managed to write about our day together and come up with this story.
Anxiety is very real.
He comes in many different forms.
Be nice to yourself.
You are not crazy.
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The holiday’s are finally over, which means we can all get back in our antisocial bubbles. It’s not that we don’t like people, we just like being with each other way more. WAY more. <3
I’m not good at keeping up with things. I forget to take my vitamins, I forget to thaw chicken for tomorrow’s dinner, I forget to work out, I forget to call friends. I make to-do lists that I forget to look at, and sometimes I’m so unmotivated I write down easy tasks that I can cross off to feel more productive: “Get the mail”, “clean off your desk”, “poop”.
I get easily overwhelmed and then the dreaded anxiety kicks in. My mom is the exact opposite. She has a specific day and a specific time of day for the things she needs to do. She doesn’t even think twice about it- she just does stuff, then still manages to get dinner on the table before 6:30!
So I dropped the ball on Inktober…
I’m one of ‘those people’ who just loves fall and can’t get enough. I started decorating in September when it was still 99 degrees outside. No shame! Now I’m on the hunt for some real pumpkins, and some good hearty, fall recipes. And of course lots of spice and pumpkin scented candles. You can never have enough candles (especially when you live in an older home <3 ).
Lately I’ve been listening to Jake Parker while I draw and he was talking about Inktober. He originally designed the Inktober challenge (one ink drawing a day for the month of October) to develop your inking skills and go back to the basics of drawing – without an “undo” button. Apparently some folks were outraged and took that to mean that their digital work was not valid. People are silly. We all get offended so easily, don’t we?
My (soon to be) little sister-in-law (11) has taken up a great interest in art, and has been drawing on every piece of paper she can get her hands on. She’s been asking me for advice and critiques on her artwork. It’s pretty fun because I see so much of my younger self in her. A few weeks ago…
It’s been raining for almost a week straight here in Kentucky. Melancholy rain clouds from hurricane Florence have covered us, unwilling to move on for fairer weather. We’re all busy working and living our lives. It’s quiet here. I enjoy a rainy day from time to time, there’s comfort to be found in a good rain. But on day 6 (more or less) there’s this feeling of gray that creeps up around you, it feels like there’s sort of a dismal blanket over us.
The edges of the oak leaves have just started to…
“A touch of cold in the Autumn night –
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.”
-T. E. Hulme, 1908