An Acceptance
This past Wednesday (yesterday) I submitted three drawings. They weren't new. In my self sabotaging, lazy, unstable way that I have...I was unable to create anything new. So I ransacked my sketchbook and "spruced" up some older drawings. They were juried, judged, and accepted.
I feel accomplished and proud.
And yet...
We didn't hear anything this week about layoffs. Apparently they are going to wait until Monday to see if the entire government will shut down, will enact a stay of execution, or will cancel it all together. All of this politics have honestly made me sick of the whole thing.
I was just reminiscing about Jake's. I was cleaning my closet and came across my stash of brightly colored staff shirts. It was a time in my life. A clearly defined one with a beginning and an end. I liked it. I miss it.
I feel accomplished and proud.
And yet...
We didn't hear anything this week about layoffs. Apparently they are going to wait until Monday to see if the entire government will shut down, will enact a stay of execution, or will cancel it all together. All of this politics have honestly made me sick of the whole thing.
I was just reminiscing about Jake's. I was cleaning my closet and came across my stash of brightly colored staff shirts. It was a time in my life. A clearly defined one with a beginning and an end. I liked it. I miss it.