Thank heavens for my bestie who pokes me on Facebook, and tweets BLOG! BLOG! BLOG! at me when I miss days of blogging. When I start to stray I think about her
wrath encouragement, and that gets me back on track. I have six more days of my September blog challenge.
I’ve noticed a curious lack of the sharing of images of anything created by me. I’m still in a bit of a maker’s funk. When I’m in my design classes, I dream of free time to do personal art projects, but now that I’ve been out of class for three weeks I’m floundering without the structure. Day jobs are essential, but can sometimes suck all of the energy out of you by the end of the day. And they also provide a convenient excuse to not do anything productive with your night, and to instead watch John Oliver videos on YouTube and make up hypothetical hipster baby names (Neon Gouda) for the child you’ll never have. What on earth did we do to procrastinate before the internet existed? I can’t even remember.
So, I suppose that’s it for tonight. I’m just a girl, staring at a blank page of a sketchbook, asking it to love her. Signing off from Procrastination City.