This is one of the first times that what I ended up painting came out very different, but I'm happier with it than with what I had in my head. If that makes any damn sense at all.
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I'm very tired and trending toward the melancholy side. These weeks have got to stop with the stress monkeyness. Yesterday was a challenge, even though the morning got off to a good start. Proves that mornings aren't the best barometer of a day's worth after all.
I'm struggling. It's really that simple. It's the usual suspects. Money. Right livelihood. I've been working my butt off with the art, but the plain truth is that making a career with art takes time. In the meantime, one has a day job. It's a truth I rather dislike and would prefer to take a knife to. But it is what it is.
I don't really have anything else to say that wouldn't devolve into actual complaint/whine. I prefer to skip it.
I have a wonderful family. A house I actually enjoy now. An office I can work in. Life is good. The rest of it will get with the program eventually.
In the meantime, I just have to keep moving out of the Waste.