Where does the time go? Literally where does it go? Between university, starting up freelance artwork commissions, and getting out of the house as much as possible I find a rhythm in Spring that involves conversation, walks with canine creatures,
forcing myself to sit still and watch films, and reading. I have been filling my sketchbook with freehand concepts, visualizing. I suppose I am accepting momentum. I used to be a very shy person who second/triple/quadruple guessed life instead of taking chances. I’m exponentially grateful that I walked my way out of that mindset.
Many people contemplate the concept of happiness but I think its easy to accept an idolized, sometimes wayward form of it. I think happiness can be found in surrounding yourself with whatever makes you feel alive | inspired | whole. And it differs for everyone and that’s pretty special. Pursue your passion but take deep breaths along the way.
I sound really positive but its a work in progress. I try not to strive for perfection because I would much rather discover contentment with embracing myself.