The Call
My paintings were accepted. I received a very shocking call of congratulations by the curator. I still need to be interviewed. Apparently it's not just based on talent, you kind of have to be sane and professional. Why they expect these qualities from an artist is beyond me.
I'm not prepared. I do not have tons of works just waiting to be displayed. I'm not prepared emotionally either, but then again, who is prepared for major change. I suppose we just jump in and roll with it.
Speaking of emotions, mine are out of control. Hormones might have something to do with it. I almost had to leave work this morning from the pain. I hid out in the bathroom and rocked back in forth, wiping the sweat from my brow, just willing it to pass.
My sister is at the hospital, possibly in labor. There is a lot of screaming, pain and blood. Sounds like every description of labor that I've heard. My mom took off this afternoon when she got the call.
I feel so discombobulated. I think I'm exhausted. I feel like I just need an anchor or something akin to a rock to tie myself to.
I'm not prepared. I do not have tons of works just waiting to be displayed. I'm not prepared emotionally either, but then again, who is prepared for major change. I suppose we just jump in and roll with it.
Speaking of emotions, mine are out of control. Hormones might have something to do with it. I almost had to leave work this morning from the pain. I hid out in the bathroom and rocked back in forth, wiping the sweat from my brow, just willing it to pass.
My sister is at the hospital, possibly in labor. There is a lot of screaming, pain and blood. Sounds like every description of labor that I've heard. My mom took off this afternoon when she got the call.
I feel so discombobulated. I think I'm exhausted. I feel like I just need an anchor or something akin to a rock to tie myself to.