In order to beat this funk that has taken over my days, I decided I will write about it. It may never be published or produced, but it will be written. I feel I'm holding onto it in spite of my desire to be done with it all. My mind is telling me to write about it. So I say to my thoughts, be prepare to be set free.
I did have a great time yesterday visiting the painting studio. How I miss painting on a regular basis. One step at a time I guess.
I had this weird, yet exciting dream that I still lived in Charleston, and I was about to move to Savannah to start my MFA program. I felt so thrilled and happy. I was nervous. I woke up smiling. I hadn't felt that good in a while. Perhaps its a rebirth of sorts. A change in where I am, and who I am.
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