It is November. And last month I said I would try hard to write, or draw (digitally, mostly) and, really, really try to finish one of my own projects by the end of the year.
Today is the first day I have had time to do anything for myself, and even then it is between all the other things on my plate. Between the reading and notes for H. A. S., managing to keep everyone fed, comissioned artwork, I scarcely have time to breathe. And instead of working on my projects, I stop here and blog. I blog because I feel lonely. An introvrt feels lonely. Shocking.
When we moved to the city, we left some dear and irreplacable friends behind. Still keep in touch with many of them, though some of the friendships have changed and are different… as I am a social but introverted sort, it is very hard to make new friends.
Time for myself. Moments in between taking care of others. I wonder if that is why I have always been prone to smoking, especially with friends… they are moments where I am breathing and in the moment…not worried or concerned for what comes after the smoking… I miss smoking, though it has been well over a year, now…suppose it will always be that way…