20 Sep Time waits for no person
Is it just me or has time been upping it’s game from marathon to sprinting lately? I’ve noticed it in silly things, like I want to do a blogpost but then I get busy and think “I’ll do it tomorrow” and then all of a sudden tomorrow is a week later?! Ditto anything else. I sit down to draw and when I look up it’s Sunday and I feel like I’ve accomplished nothing for the week. I literally just paid the damn bills and now I have to scratch together 2k in 10 days again. Like fucking how even man? I miss the days when, like Fysh, I had no real concept of time. Sure school sucked then but it’s better than work now or paying bills at least right?
And these kids! Yesterday I was changing nappies and worried cause he wasn’t talking yet and now he won’t shut up and he’s reading (albeit slowly, but still) and telling me all about black hole’s and the size of the sun. No more wobbly little toddler, now a back chatting human that drives me batty at the best of times.
I feel like I need to try document things better. Maybe it’s city life finally getting to me. Man I miss small town gypsy living. This being in one place for so long has made me complacent, and I feel trapped in it. Look I’m so grateful for what I have but I can’t wait till one day when I can get a RV kind of thing and just go. Live in a forest for a bit near a river or on an island. Where ever the art takes me. Feels like a pipe dream that’ll never happen but it’s pretty much what’s keeping me going. Am sure we all have one.