052012 - What Dreams May Come

This may look weird, but it's a test. Either ignore it or pat it on the back if it works. XD

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DW EDIT: Yes! Test worked. Now I'll be able to upload my blog from my phone! Expect lots more posts. Hopefully they won't all be super-short.

052012 -- I've Had The Time Of My Life

(Also a note: welcome back to those of you who clicked on the Facebook link! I managed to get LJ and Facebook to like each other again. Please feel free to subscribe or view the original at DreamWidth.)

Dang. It's too warm in my living room. I'll have to move to my bedroom for this post. *does so* Much better, although we now get to pray for no random shutdowns. Come on, Ringo. No random shutdowns.

I realized to myself today that I don't have the luxury of thinking I'm an artist yet. I almost wrote here "as an artist," but I'm not sure spending days and days unemployed, writing a book or two or three, makes me count as being an artist. You could say I got some mixed messages about what being an artist meant. Those deep dark voices still scare me, as they would scare anybody.

But I suppose I've always been a bit of a doormat. I've touched on this in previous entries, but I'm not trying to complain about it today. I'm not trying to put myself back in my place. I'm just trying to make my way.

My muse said something interesting today. He said that jealousy is the opposite of action. It was from a book we had been reading (he is super-noticing of these things) and it stuck in my head. And it does kind of make sense. If you're not doing something, you're sitting on your butt, wishing that you had somebody else's life.

I hope to continue that.

More than anything...