Coffee Meanderings

I don't write here much anymore. I don't know if anyone reads it, so it seems rather... pointless. However, writing in and of itself is never pointless, and thus I continue.

It's 11am on a Sunday morning. I stayed home from church because I am still recovering from surgery. I'm also shaky right now as I type this across the screen of my cell phone; I should eat something soon.

I am currently part of Mindy's Art Club, and have to paint the lizard rock for the lady who has been waiting for too long... I hate being a procrastinator. Everything seems great until I actually commit to it... Ouch, it hurts when I cough.

Ponderings

It's been a long time since I've written. It's been a long time since I've had anything to say.

The other night I was in the ER with a blood sugar of 720. 2 years since being diagnosed, and I'm still learning/adjusting/experiencing diabetes. I hope one day soon I will be fighting it but, right now, it is just a process for me.

As is my art. I have always wanted to "be" an artist, ever since I can remember. I had always assumed it would be my career. But it is not. Aside from some freelancing over the years, I haven't made significant money creating art. But, I am happy to say that, despite my lack of wealth and prestige, I am, indeed, an artist. I create, I paint, I illustrate. Just because art has not been my career does not lessen me as an artist. You see, I did become an artist, just like I always wanted to be. I became one when I realized I had always been one.