"Everyone f*cks up, it's gonna be okay."

It was snowing earlier... what the heck!? It's Spring: Easter is around the corner with all its pastel ornamentation, the Tar Heels totally dominated March Madness [leading me to a victorious bracket], and baseball is officially underway with the Phillies off to an unfamiliar start defending their title.

And I just finished another ink sketch, but the satisfaction and feeling of accomplishment one usually gets through completion seemed brief. I have yet to clean up my palette and pen and I am already pondering my next project.

I am returning to a previously known state of restlessness. I must keep my mind occupied, constantly working on something, always feeding the little workaholic inside me. I've been making impossible to do lists and then become vexed when everything is not crossed off at the end of the day. [But these lists are seriously impossible...]

Yet I have to keep my mind off of other things. I keep myself busy to refrain from retreating into the negative, the pessimistic side of every thought. I channel my thwarted communication into that which is useful, purposeful, giving a sense of progression. It keeps hope alive as I maintain this level of sanity.

I am just trying to figure out the point of all this. My positive thinking has been helpful to my well-being, but my patience is getting pushed a little too far. What little plans I make are obstructed, but I think I am simply envious of those already moving ahead, forgetting about the ones still left behind.