Inlinriia

I there are definite pluses to dating an artist and teacher.  I have started drawing again, nothing impressive or postable yet but simple exercises in light and shadow in my sketch book.  I forgot how relaxing it is to just let my mind wander and draw. I am not as far gone as I though I would be.  It is just a matter of regaining my confidence and polishing up my tarnished technique.  Last night we did Zentangles for an example to take to his class.  Slowly I am finding the pieces of me that were lost over the last 14 years.  It is astounding how much one can lose of one's self trying to save another.  Sometimes walking away is the only optio

So, I find myself in my final semester of nursing school.  It is a strange place, nursing school.  You are taught how to save the lives of others while being pushed to totally disregard your own health, both mental and physical.   I think it is more about endurance than knowledge at this point.  How much are we willing to sacrifice?  I've had a marriage, that was on shaky ground to start with, crumble.  I've lost a house.  I smoke and drink more than I did before.  I've weaned myself from anti-anxiety meds.  On the other hand, I have made it this far.  I can endure until the end of November.  I have found a much more stable relationship with

I think I hate moving more than any other task in life. How did I amass so much clutter?  This one is worse because I am basically bugging out while my ex is in the psych ward.  I have had no time to properly pack and sort things.  I wish I could just abandon most of it.  I think I will probably end up leaving a lot behind.  I still need my fabrics and sewing machine though.  I discovered that I have more dance,Cosplay, and Ren Fair clothing than I do mundane clothes.  I can't bring myself to abandon books.  The dust and filth that has accumulated in that house since I left in March is disgusting.  Why can't I just burn it down?  Oh yea, lega