Out exploring.

I always feel a little lost…unmoored. It’s sort of my default setting. Recently my therapist challenged me to reframe this feeling. And so I’m trying.

“I’m not lost. I’m just exploring.”

As a sidenote, this doodle didn’t turn out like I wanted and when I showed it to Hailey they thought a giant eyeball was staring down at my little boat and that feels like exactly the opposite sort of feeling I was going for, so I decided that maybe instead of sharing this doodle I should do something else art-related to share and so lat night I started putting together this miniature kit while watching The Last of Us (sidetone: WHAT THE FUCK??) but by midnight I still wasn’t done and I’d glued my leg to the couch and the cat kept running away with the electrical wires and tossing them around the room as I chased after him and Victor was like, “Why is there so much cursing going on out here??” and I was like, “I’M DOING CRAFTS TO RELAX” and Victor was like, “I think you’re doing it wrong” and then Ferris Mewler lobbed a tiny staircase at his kneecap, which I sort of appreciated.

And then I asked Victor if he could tell that I’d installed the tiny piano and bookcase wrong and he was like, “I mean, they’re upside down?” and I explained that they’re supposed to be upside down because they’re falling down a rabbit hole but I think I’d put them on the wrong side and he just sighed and made me and the cat go to bed.

So instead of sharing something I’m really happy with I’m sharing pictures of two things that are not perfect or even finished because sometimes this is what life is all about. Well-intentioned quests, messy confusion, light profanity, questionable results and excitable cats.

Life is an adventure. Keep going.