My weekend was bereft of the gumption I needed to face the looming presence of that fact. I have been somewhat unhappy lately. So I made a decision. I have yet to act upon it, but it feels good. Knowing that I am doing something to make myself feel more me-er than the me I am now. Choosing.
In my journal last night, I wrote,
"I just want to be like Beatrix Potter."
And so I am going to be. Sort of.
My future feels very serendipitous now.
Also, I want to take ceramics again. I miss it.
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