Yesterday, my friend V introduced me to a new trail for hiking, and perhaps, if I'm feeling adventurous, I may even jog some of it. The entire loop is 7.1 miles. I'm not quite sure I'm ready for that. We chose to walk briskly for 30 minutes and then turn back around. I was so caught up in conversation that I almost forgot to turn around, but we managed. V is my age and single, so we sorted through some of the latest dating drama she's been struggling with. I believe she's handling herself way better than I would under similar circumstances. I bet she has a pretty high EQ. I feel it.
It's nearly noon and I'm still in an oversized tank top and underwear. I haven't gotten much done today. Seems like spending more time at home means there's a better chance of making a mess here. I'm an expert in mess-making.
M gave me some very sweet "advice" yesterday in regards to my latest art piece. He suggested that I follow the patterns of the landscape on the 2-inch circles rather than thinking of the circles themselves. This is something that seemed quite obvious to me, but alas, I let him impart his artistic wisdom (read: somewhat sarcastic). I've been a little down lately about how he pictures me. He made a comment in front of the kids about there being only 2 people as part of his company. Of course, I assumed the other person to be me. It was not. It was his contractor who "actually creates stuff." That didn't go over so well with me. I would be creative if given the chance. I have offered many suggestions, on set, in production, in post, that have been taken to heart and improved the work involved. My creativity and artistic eye is still in the elementary stage to some.
Today I'm being pulled in a few directions. My house needs a little attention (plates, bottles, bathrooms a mess). My friends are wanting me to do a Zumba class here. My neighbor wants to borrow a DVD or two. My other friend just wants to drink and chill. I'm sure M wants to do something too, but I might be pulled away for awhile.
It's nearly noon and I'm still in an oversized tank top and underwear. I haven't gotten much done today. Seems like spending more time at home means there's a better chance of making a mess here. I'm an expert in mess-making.
M gave me some very sweet "advice" yesterday in regards to my latest art piece. He suggested that I follow the patterns of the landscape on the 2-inch circles rather than thinking of the circles themselves. This is something that seemed quite obvious to me, but alas, I let him impart his artistic wisdom (read: somewhat sarcastic). I've been a little down lately about how he pictures me. He made a comment in front of the kids about there being only 2 people as part of his company. Of course, I assumed the other person to be me. It was not. It was his contractor who "actually creates stuff." That didn't go over so well with me. I would be creative if given the chance. I have offered many suggestions, on set, in production, in post, that have been taken to heart and improved the work involved. My creativity and artistic eye is still in the elementary stage to some.
Today I'm being pulled in a few directions. My house needs a little attention (plates, bottles, bathrooms a mess). My friends are wanting me to do a Zumba class here. My neighbor wants to borrow a DVD or two. My other friend just wants to drink and chill. I'm sure M wants to do something too, but I might be pulled away for awhile.
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