It's that time of year when I plan on doing everything and end up doing nothing. I always tell myself I'm going to use all the "indoor time" catching up on things, working out, painting, reading... basically becoming a sexier, more efficient me. Does that actually happen? Nope. Every January-February-March I gain at least three pounds and my life falls apart even though I don't have anything to do. Why is that?
To top it off, my dreams are obviously trying to tell me something very important, and I'm too dense to figure it out- last night I was mauled by a bear, swept away by a tsunami, AND trampled by a herd of zebra within a few minutes. Crazy.
"Scream without raising your voice"
On a happier note, I'm in the midst of creating a new fairy/springtime set. One day this week or next week I get to go into work wearing JEANS (yea!) and sculpt a stone wall out of Styrofoam. There are very few times when I truly enjoy my job. This happens to be one of those rare occasions. Let's see how long this lasts.
Ok, going to go take a shot at painting while doing lunges and see how it works out. I'll post the results tomorrow. :) We'll just call it "abstract expressionism".
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