... and I really don't feel it, although I don't know what it's supposed to feel like having never been here before. I'm sure that in this year of pragmatism (or is that year over, and now I need a new mantra?) which I guess, being such a creature of habit (unfortunately on so many levels) goes from school year to school year, I can find a solace in the fact that I'm still here. I love the act(s) of living, loving and learning, and each day seems to bring something new to the table, so I guess I'll continue to stomp forward. I've really had the urge lately to get into the studio and I even vacuumed it up last weekend. I have a few things on my mind that need to be exorcised and working on my art is the best way to accomplish that for me.
The inner glow... I am most usually on fire inside, my mind active and curious... and so I will continue as the days slide far too quickly into the past. It's hard to believe that there have been twenty two thousand, two hundred and eighty one of them!