OK so after crying in the coffee shop while talking with a friend...
I got to work in the studio and here I am up to my elbows in ink.
Working...struggling and recovering from a lot of emotion it appears.
My SIL announced via and ultrasound image on facepuke, I thought I was ok, but not really.
It hit me...it surprised me, but I am working through that...I got drunk last night to also celebrate the most rejection letters in a month I have ever gotten....quite a feat!
I am at 75% of my submissions for the month.
I was awoken this am, by my bank texting me that my debit card was being used suspiciously...ironically they bought a bunch of anti-identity thief stuff online. sigh
All seems calm again...but really....I think I forgot my umbrella for the amount of shit that is flying right now. So I am hunkered down in the studio...pushing myself thru the sludge of stagnation and plan on rewarding myself by getting some plants to yardbomb the neighbor tonight.
Karma yoga...do for others.
So back to the press I go....and then onto the next thing and the thing after that.
I continue to move forward...moving, laughing at fear, anger and frustration.
you silly adjectives
I will emerge from this a beautiful butterfly....or a funny looking moth.
Either way I will have wings!