Sets me up for the day. Helps me clear all the negative energy I start off with from the night before. It is inevitably. The weight of the last day is handcuffed to me. I do my best to free it before I wake up in the morning. Recharging the battery.
These broccoli things are everywhere. And they litter selfishly. 😂
But I enjoy basking in them. New day and new adventures to learn from and paint about at night.
Make something cute? Why? What is cute? Honestly, what am I meant to think is universal cute? A puppy? No thanks.
It would be nice not to see the arrows coming over the trees but they still hit even if you can’t see them coming.
No puedo ser el modelo. I honestly just don’t want to. I have no use for staying in lanes. Some days I’m PG and others I paint X. It is the nature of the beast that I am. Wild and left in the cold to paint on the sidewalk.
Not sure anyone wants to be an idea. It is hard enough to be imaginary. The best part of all of this is how much is undiscovered and reimagined.
The thing about growing as a person is you only really see it after it happens a year later mostly. I feel in my new year of life I’m learning a lot more about control of my inner thoughts. I’m stopping from just arguing about the simple bits, “just keep making kiddo.”