I had hot pot for the first time in what seems like forever. The last time was with my friends in NYC. My hair was still long and bleached with remnants of violet color correcting shampoo strewn throughout. I was enjoying my freedom as a recently graduated student of the fine arts and looking forward to what was in front of me. That was three years ago?
Now I boomerang between the joy of the present and the contention I hold towards the past. Yeah, dramatic. It’d just be nice to really take things in as opposed to having everything dulled by an invisble barrier of doubt.
But, hey. I ate a lot of delicious food tonight (spicy, too spicy) and sat in good company.
I also drank a lot and got to stare at some beautiful and large koi fish. That’s a good day and I’ve had a lot of amazing days despite the few awful entries. I cannot complain too much.
Anyway, I’m painting a hand and I hope that goes well. My ability to sleep has also been compromised so I’m hoping that will fix itself soon because it’s certainly taking its toll.