I’m going to foster a pup tomorrow. Super excited and nervous, I hope she likes me!
Seems like my odd days are my worst days…
Today I feel horrible, reality is sinking in and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.
I’m so tired of feeling hurt and this is only the beginning.
I know, this too shall pass, and that this is only making room for great things to happen in my life… yadda yadda
Right now my heart feels super heavy, I feel so lost and I’m doing my best not to turn into one big ball of mess.
I miss my dog so much!
My sister is currently fostering him due to an issue I had with an unleashed dog in my building; Bless her heart. I thank my stars every day that my sister agreed with this temporary arrangement and yes of course I do provide her with all of his essentials.
I’ve been searching high and low to adopt a new brother or sister for my dog to have company but I think my best bet for now would be to foster kittens and small dog breeds.
There is nothing like coming home and opening your door to find your pet greet you like they haven’t seen you for years.
I miss him…
So I decided to start blogging again… Seriously this time.
Kind of excited for this new journey.
Don’t you hate when you have a long
“to do” list and you have yet to cross something off it? I mean I have paintings, projects, and sketches dating back ’09. What’s up with that?
It’s like you want to cross them off but how? People are like oh just do it yadda yadda and all I keep asking myself is how?
I remember my first day of drawing 101 in college. I was surrounded by students who’ve been in art courses before. It was pretty much a brush up course for them or so it seemed (to me).
It was my first time drawing a live nude model. I looked around and asked myself now what? Placed my pencil on my newsprint and started scribbling lines here and there, look up at the model and back down on my paper. I’d peek at my neighbors paper and just think what the hell did I get myself into?I think I felt like that for the four years I was there. The insecurities were really intense.
It’s no wonder…
My advice to you all? Don’t let that be an excuse. After all you don’t know who’s glancing at your page thinking the same thing.
So… I decided to pull my easel outta the depths of nowhere (thanks to my gf) and started working on a painting I had pending.
I noticed immediately how impatient I was being since it didn’t look good. My gf told me not to cop out and that alone kept me focus.
I don’t want to be a cop out…