Smooth Sailing

I’m about to do something that I never thought that I would ever do considering how self-conscious I am about my body image, but under these circumstances it seems like the best thing to do. Forest Gump’s mother told him to make the best out of his circumstances; it’s exhausting trying to live up to someone else’s dreams. So I plan to take things one day at a time as even if it kills me. I need to desperately learn how to be so much more patient, which I’m trying to practice everyday from the moment that I wake up. For example I’ll actually sit down and eat my breakfast instead of waiting until I get to work, and work is far, so I’m pretty much starving all the way from the platform in Milliken to Union then to Exhibition- and it’s not until I get to the office that I sit and eat my breakfast- and by this time I’m so hungry that I swear that I’m about to hallucinate. Anyway, so what I try to do now is wake up a bit earlier to feel less “rushed” – because I’m rushing from the bed to the washroom, to brush my teeth, and then I practically run to the kitchen to grab my lunch feed the cats put on my socks, boots, jacket – perfume.. and go back to grab my coffee, then step back to the washroom to fix my hair which is now all over the place hahahah --- so… crazy –lol!!)

Oh yes…

The people from the gallery returned my email, which is a such a relief because it thought that they forgot me. I figured it’s the only way to go. I would have to volunteer my time to get my foot in the door of the art scene. I have most of the website done, but considering I just got the library card from James today I really do want to wait until I have a substantial amount of research before launching the site with my artwork. The blog’s done, and I’m taking down the design/new media part of the website for obvious reasons. Now that what I had wished for, well honestly I did “that” over the weekend for fun, and frankly I never expected a response – and a response so soon… it’s almost a bit shocking. A bit shocking that most of the things (now that I think back) that I’ve ever asked for have all pretty much come true. I had to work for those things yes, but I’ve never been seriously let down or had any serious setbacks. There were times in my life when I thought that I would never get through, but there’s just something that kept me believing that acted as a constant reminder that I can’t give up… Oh yes, that’s the sound of my mother’s voice… she’s always been supportive –. I was never told what I couldn’t do – I was allowed to do anything I wanted growing up. I never had any curfews – my mother hardly ever called me to come home. She would though have those moments when she would sit me down and give me lessons on life… She likes to tell stories; well maybe it was the same story but just repeated. As the years went by the same story would change as do the characters. I didn’t tell my mom though what I’m about to do tomorrow, but I’m sure that if it works out it would improve our family circumstances and it will definitely help me with my dreams J So, we’ll see how it goes, but it’ll sure that either way it’ll be a fun and new experience.