Never stopped moving today, but I'm less tired than I was a couple weeks ago. I no longer want to sleep away every afternoon. Ellen and the dogs went with me to Kathryn's tonight. Didn't get any painting done but I can paint tomorrow as much as I want and then try to enjoy Easter somehow and forget myself and make it be okay to be okay. Somehow. I'm listening to the strangest book on tape, kind of supernatural horror, but it does keep my mind distracted from myself which is the point, even if it's strange. When I find myself thinking about it instead of my own head, then I get happy. I want to be obsessed with anything other than obsession. Got some new and really cheap clothes too. That always makes me happy. Why do women like clothes so much? I don't understand it, but it's funny. Am I really a girly girl? I don't think so. I don't want to think so.
1 comments:
A girly girl? I think you're far more complex than that stereotype.
Happy painting!
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