It is cold and rainy outside on this Sunday morning. When I look out of my bedroom window I see the naked tree and the roof of the porch that will surely fall in this winter. The sky is a light gray and I can hear the drops of the rain coming from it. Inside my apartment though it is warmer than usual thanks to the plastic on the windows. My xmas tree is blinking it’s seizure inducing cheer and I smile just because I have a xmas tree this year. My two cute fishies are fed and seem not to notice that the third fishie only died a week or so ago. Shorty, my hermit crab is up and crawling around which confirms that he’s still alive. Depressed maybe, but still alive.
Inside my head though everything is bright colors this morning. I’m dreaming about becoming a collector of tiny art, a tiny art collector. Small oil paintings, miniature glass vessels, sculpture, collage, anything as long as it’s tiny! I will curate my own collection and design and build a display case. The display will look like a tiny museum. There won’t be any tiny people in it though because it’s only for me. Maybe I will sneak in some of my own tiny art!
Although I would not categorize myself as a morning person, I believe that I am much more positive in the morning. As the day wears on me I become more anxious, impatient, and sad. In the mornings I am optimistic and ambitious and I’ve forgotten the loneliness of the night before.
So I’m going to gather up my belongings, pack a couple activities in my bags, and head out to my parents. Maybe I’ll get a comic done or an oil painting. Just to hold on to this feeling and not let all of the negative thoughts creep in!
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