Carpe f*cking diem, baby!

It seemed like a good idea at the time. But as soon as I was given the green light, I got outta there. House/dog sitting was fine, just boring. The dogs slept all day, which made my job a lot easier.
Cubby - always in a whole other world.


Kasey - who follows you everywhere, and will rub her head against your legs like a cat.

I spent the majority of my week reading, switching locations periodically to liven things up a bit. I was excited that the family had a piano, thinking that I could still play like I used to. I banged out a few chords then attempted Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata (I taught myself how to play it before by listening to it without any music).

The charcoal pencils didn't work out too well either. I only finished one drawing of rotting wooden slats on the deck. I felt more inspired to write. In my Advanced Writing class we often did an exercise where the professor told us to start writing and not to stop until she said so. Just keep writing. It's kind of a "self-discovery" thing and is supposed to help with one's writing.

So what did I discover in rapidly jotting down every thought in a haphazard manner? Nothing I didn't already know. But it did give me reassurance - a motivational boost to jump in and take a chance. A chance on what you ask? Well, if there still is one, you better believe I'll be risking it.

Carpe fucking diem, baby!

Now that I'm back at the parent's house, I can finish a project I started before I left. I'm combining collage with ink again, recreating a beautiful dream I had and could never forget; a dream you hope to God it comes true.