Skip to main content

The window

This will have to be written on breaks. I've just finished my oatmeal and only have five minutes to write.

I want to change my life, and I feel like my major inspiration is the journal of someone with whom I have nothing in common (?) except enthusiasm and desire. I realized today I have been following her journal for three years now, learning about the art world, creativity. I feel like I have been looking at it through a window for so long, just standing in front of the window, watching, and only now with the dawning realization that I want to look for the door inside.

I don't know how to do what I want to do, and I have so many different things I want to do, I don't know how I will do any of them. All I know is that when I come home, I am so tired. I want to think about this more deeply, prioritize, visualize. I feel like the answer is there. Like the parameters I spent the last couple of days fiddling with. It's in there somewhere. I just have to keep looking.

Well, that's all, and that's in one sitting. I don't know how to do what I have to do today, and I have so many other things, too.

Next I'm going to list out all the things I want to do, and put them in priority.

Popular posts from this blog

Studying with Dolls

In the afternoons, I usually take my laptop or a book to the bed and study, and a doll for company. Gertrude is sitting on my bed desk. I got her in 2015 from the Korean doll company Dollmore. She's a "Flocke" sculpt. Willow is sitting with my headphones. She's made by the Chinese company Angel of Dream. I got her in 2013. She's a "Qing" sculpt.

Elmer M. Oliver Nature Park