Hello, friends,
I’m back on meds again. Not at the right dosage, because that order didn’t come in until after my prescription was filled. And since it’s a controlled substance, I can’t get new meds until next month.
Good news? I’m less messy depressy.
Bad news? I’m not completely out of the woods.
I mean, I see the light at the end of the tunnel, but I’m still… well, an analogy might be better.
Have you ever walked upstream? In the water? You’re making progress, but you can’t really see what’s going on under the surface, so your feet catch on rocks or debris, or get swept out from under you by the current. Completely soaked, you can choose to:
sit in the riverbed and cry,
can get back up and trudge on while you shiver, or
porque no los dos (or why not both, for those of you who don’t know Spanish)
I am currently doing the last one.
It’s okay.
I’m okay.
More Good News
On the freelance front, I have parted ways with the one contract.
The second contract has already assigned me more work this month than I got last month.
I was hired as a freelance writer for CBR.com, and they just published my first article on Saturday.
If you’re interested, you can read it here.
Personally, I have really gotten into my art. Some of my favorite pieces right now include my sprite collection:
And these needlepoint patterns I created after getting my Grogu Tamagotchi:
If you’re at all inclined, I’m currently running a 48% sale on my Etsy shop until my birthday on the 26th. Use code BIRTHDAY48.
It’s okay if you aren’t interested, too. I won’t be offended. I know you guys love me, and that’s more than I can say about my relationship with my parents. (Oh, yeah, that’s another entry someday.)
But if you wanted to get me something else, I have a wishlist! But I also love texts.
I’ll be honest: The one thing I miss about Facebook is the birthday reminders that ensured that people wished me happy birthday. We should talk about my rejection sensitive dysphoria next month.
Midlife Crisis?
If I’m turning 48, that’s midlife, right? Can we consider this art resurgence my midlife crisis? I am working on this mantra:
‘the value of my art isn’t dependent on its marketability, but my happiness’
I have good days. And I have some bad days, but I think I’m finding my groove, so yay?
Also, what the hell am I going to do with a sports car?
Anyway
Thanks for being my friends. I appreciate all of you who touched base with me while I was struggling through this last episode. My circle is small, but I’m glad you’re all a part of it. My world is better with you in it.