When the going gets tough...

I'm painting. More than I have in a while and I'm very proud of what I'm producing considering I haven't really marveled at anything as of late. It's beginning to become more apparent that the only way anyone is going to know how creative I am is if I show them, well, how creative I am!

Canvas is tough. It's so blank and dismal when you start out that you're bound to throw anything on there just to make it look even a smidge better than just stark white. That's what I like about painting on canvas, you can almost never mess up with the first swipe of the brush because, it always looks better than it just did. Ahh, that could be a super sweet quote one day! Ha!

I'm growing up. I turn 27 next month and though I don't care about the getting older part, I'm starting to wonder where the time went. Like, where the hell did it go? Growing up is tough.

We have our 10 year high school reunion next fall. WTF? Jesus, I barely go home as it is and now I'm realizing that I've completely lost touch with the people I grew up with. I look at pictures on Facebook and I see all the old cliques hanging out and getting married and being "oh so ga ga" over each other still. I didn't move back home. I left Madison (not too far) and came to the closest city that wasn't Charlottesville to get a better grasp on reality. It worked, for the most part since i don't know what the hell reality is anymore. Do I watch it on TV...or do I live it? Yea, I'll go with the latter.

So, that's what's new in my nutshell-life. I don't want to talk about work. Mainly because, I'm not sure of our social networking policies anymore, but also because, work is work. And life is everything else. I refuse to live for my job. I live for my family, my friends, my amazing boyfriend and our dog. Oh, and gardening, beaches, surfing, swimming and all-around warm weather activities.

Ciao!


P.S.- Yes, brushing up on that Italian minor!-Tough.