The Right Side Throws a Right Hook

Strange, with all the thinking about being inspired - or not being inspired, I find myself getting a bit closer to normal. All of a sudden, I feel the urge to write poems and to draw. I notice the little things - the air filling my lungs, the birds in the trees, the ruffle of the leaves in the wind and rain.

Maybe I've been listening to too much indie lately, but words seem to be flowing - not analytically, but artistically. I even thought about making my own book of poetry. Then realized my poems suck. I thought about illustrating my book with simple little drawings. Then realized I hit my peak with a grade 5 portrait of Sarah Plain & Tall.

I'll wait for crappy to become hip & cool, then publish I guess.

Anyway, the joy and contentment is in the process, not the end product. The quiet bliss comes from looking in & not hating what you see - or feeling like you dealt with what you did'nt like. Process yields closure. It lets me breath.

That said, back to thesis writing. Thanks for your ideas guys - I like the ditching school & drinking wine parts!!