I have many talents that have not been mastered. I wish I had a talent agent, fairy godmother, sponsor, or mentor that could help me cultivate the right one. How is it that I can support others and be happy for them but I still feel like I’m isolated in my own accomplishment.
Early morning laziness, afternoon tears with a high chance of regret and evening downcast of dread.
I don’t want to conform to any set of art rules – yet as soon as I see a space between my outline and base, my OCD has to fill it in and all I hear in my mind is- Stay between the lines.
On December 26, 2016 I officially started this blog. The intention was to prove that there was humorous side to mental and physical anguish. Not an easy task, but I like a challenge. Last night I realized that I’m steadily growing in followers, nothing dramatic but impressive to me considering I don’t advertise.
It reminded me of a saying- If you make one person happy every day in five years you would have brighten up a small village.
Thank you for being my village.
Rest as I might – my ear is not improving fast enough.