Stagnant

That’s exactly how I’ve felt for quite awhile now. Especially creatively. I feel like a great big muddy puddle in the bottom of a tire swing gone stinky after days and days of just sitting. I suppose that it doesn’t help that my job also consists of sitting all day either. Welcome to the adventure-packed world of banking. I mentally bang my head on the wall daily, but I just can’t leave because it pays all of our bills and allows me to keep going to school. -sigh-

I used to be a prolific doodler and sketcher. I used to know exactly where my paintbrushes were always stashed, and now I couldn’t even tell you where my prized colored pencils have run off to. I think they’re mad at me for ignoring them for so long and have hiked off to a more deserving artist. So in an attempt to pull my butt out of this slump, I am taking on (insert foreboding music here) the front bedroom.

The front bedroom is our spare room that also serves as part attic/basement, garage, and utility shed. In one word; packed would be what you call this room. Before Ava was born, we naively dreamed of turning this room into a studio office with a small spare bed. Hah! Now it serves as a mouse condominium, which is my strong reason number two for taking this giant spring cleaning leap. Let’s hope I can get this accomplished so that maybe my easel and I can get on friendly terms again. And maybe, just maybe it will help me find a way to get through my hellishly boring days.