Sheltering-in-Place: Day 12
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What IS today about?
This morning I woke up with energy and plans! Okay, that’s not true. After a fresh cup of decaf, I had energy and vague ideas. So far, it's been a pretty good day. I'm 100% bored with myself, but that's not a big deal. Making art and reading books are decent remedies for that sort of thing.
There's a little stack of comics and graphic novels waiting for me. I don't know that I'll read any of them today, but I decided to throw on one of my comic con ensembles to help the mood along. I want to just read the pretty books. I also want to paint my own pretty paintings. I'd really like to go for a walk or work in my art studio. I value life—and not just my own—so I'm not going to do that. I'm sitting tight.
I'm a series of mixed messages today. I've got my self-made zombie skirt, complete with intentionally fraying hems, Darth Vader shirt, Rebel earrings, and cute pigtails. I don't have licensing rights for Star Wars stuff, so please accept my purposefully inaccurate non-resemblances of those things.
And yeah, I'm falling over in the drawing. I don't know what's going on or what's going to happen in my near or distant future. I'm just hanging out, making art, trying to figure out how to make a living, and beating back the zombies of anxiety and depression as they pop up. I don't know when or where... or if... I'm going to land. There are worse things than falling, though, right? I'm not drowning; I'm not in the oubliette.