Here is the proof that I truly meant what I said in my last post. I drew this tonight and it’s the first thing I’ve drawn in at least a month. Even though this drawing is not wonderful, I’m just happy to feel inspired enough to draw again. 
My niece and I went on an out-of-town trip this weekend to a “dressy casual” (whatever that means) party and we had a lot of fun. We laughed so hard our bellies ached right up until the moment that we got lost on the way back home; that part aggravated the hell out of both of us. But we got back on track (all roads eventually lead home) and we were only about thirty minutes late.
The beds at the hotel were so comfortable we decided to kidnap them and bring them home with us; unfortunately, they wouldn’t fit in our suitcases.
We both pretended to be blondes and couldn’t open our room door with the magnetic key to save our lives; we were reduced to ten minutes worth of magical incantations like “Shazam!” and “Bippity boppity boop!” before the door finally opened. In the meantime, we could have been mugged and at the very least, the security people probably had some major laughs.
Anyway, this trip hit me over the head with the fact that life is too short to be unhappy about anything for very long. I’ve learned that lesson before but sometimes I have to revisit it. Life is what it is; I’m going to have houseguests for awhile and I can just choose to make the best of it.
When we do have fun times together, I can kick back and enjoy it and when my nerves and patience are shot, I can put in some earplugs and go to my bedroom or sit on the front porch and at least attempt to read or write or draw or whatever it is that I want to do. Hell, if I want to, I can sit right there and sing on my front porch. :) There is really no need or excuse for me to mope around and whine about what I can’t do anymore. So there!
