The day I pick up the paint brush once again, and actually work. Not business work, artwork. I have suffered a major artist block and now I am making it go away. What is driving me? No quite sure, if I only knew I would bottle it up, and put it on the shelf for future use.
Life moves too fast. Everyday is a rush. I like being busy, but every fucking day at 100 mph isn't what I want. So I guess I am putting an end to the madness, maybe it will last this time. At least it will last for today.
Oh yeah and when I brave the 5 degree weather I will be wearing my new boots..... :)