...bagels from bruegger's cannot be toasted. i learned this today. and their french toast coffee- not so french toasty. those things made no nevermind to me though, i had great company and couldn't have been bothered.
i love worthwhile company. company that is comfortable enough to share their funny, embarassing stories, issues and insecurities. company that listens when i talk, company that doesn't trump my stories with their own bigger and badder tales, company that *shares* the conversation and seems thoroughly interested in things we're talking about. company like this is irreplacable.
having a conversation today about ambitions and goals, the sacrifices we make to attempt these, as well as putting our wants and needs on backburners for higher priorities- this conversation reminded me that i am happy in my scholarly pursuit (minus the math. cussing math. oooohhhh i despise it.) and this master's degree i chase IS a worthwhile and interesting endeavor. no matter how long it will take me to achieve, it's important to me and i hope i can help many people along the way. i know that like any other psychology, this art therapy is very subjective and easily manipulated. however, if the sincere outnumber the fakes, i will feel somewhat accomplished.
i took most of my art supplies out of the basement tonight, we're expecting rain- and last time it rained while there was snow on the ground, our basement filled with three feet of sewage water and ruined everything i'd been saving and working on for 15 years. living space with all furniture and electronics, entire art studio, journals, paintings and supplies, all of our camping equipment, the washer and dryer, the furnace, the hot water tank, 32 years worth of family photos. three feet of sewage is brutal and unforgiving. bringing a bunch of supplies upstairs makes me want to create a few things. there's a last minute art show i might be able to submit to in two weeks, so i should get cracking on that- though it's a valentine's inspired show. do i have positive things to contribute to that? i'm not so sure, though i will consult my wishing heart and create a quasi-mushy playlist- hoping to conjure the lovely muses. wish me luck! i'd also like to finish rough sketches from a game started long ago- a game of 'finish the sentence' wherein pencils are traded to create stories of broken words and images to piece together. a mad libs without the prompts, if you will. this one is actually quite magical- and i'd love to eventually place it onto a large canvas. one of these days....
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