I've had an internal ticker in my head, counting down the days to my move back to Columbus, and I'm now a week away. And yes, I've been wearin diapers to counteract the uncontrollable urinatin' about it.
I'm humble and proud to not be contesting my marital status.
Besides a sweet Devo album and motto, what exactly does new traditions mean? I guess I found out this summer, especially of late. I didn't force myself to do something I truly didn't want to do, instead I'm nurturing new concepts and going with the flow. Big changes or small, at this point they're not consuming the person I already am, only accenting. For example, I've wanted to start reading more. Well, I still read when I want to, but now I'm flipping pages between four different books (not simultaneously!). I've just been wanting to draw for fun in a sketchbook, so during breaks at work I eat and compose shapes to doodle from after I've finished my meal. I wanted to get back at playing guitar so of course I strap up the demon anytime I'm bored or feel I need to be doing something else.
I'm not going to roll up my sleeves if I'm not getting dirty.
I'm not going to get dirty if I don't roll up my sleeves though.
On Friday, this past week I got to reaffirm my career decision in studying art education at OSU. I went to my highschool and was given the privileage to direct a critique with three different drawing/painting classes. I wonder how many people/students understand the quickness and decisiveness teachers confront themselves with everyday by simply, well teaching.
The best part about moving back down to Columbus? Knowing that within the day my life will be changing once again, voluntarily or not.
I'm not crazy, just passionate.
