Mondays are not the bad days of the week. We need to stop making them out as the demon day of the week. Contrary to what many believe, we as a society really do need Mondays. The preconceived notions of what is going to occur on Monday is also a huge factor with how we are perceive the entire day, and for that matter the whole week ahead. Without them, we would not have that “kick in the ass, get your work done” mentality. During the weekend, we all relax and think that we do not have that much that needs to be done and put it off until Sunday. This idea that we get on Sunday then creates the bad connotation for Monday.
Therefore, we should blame Sundays for our disregards to Mondays.
The semester is coming to a close and so much has happened in both school and in my personal life. I think each semester that goes by is a test from whoever is upstairs and possibly for their entertainment to see how much I can take each day, because it seems to be more and more things happen with each day. Every spectrum of the emotional scale as well is present, from dying of pure laughter to crying my sorrows away in a corner.
The saying “What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger” of course comes to my mind when the bad times occur, but I hate colloquial sayings. They are truly terrible. I would like to think of this all as a crash course to the many events that lay ahead of me in my life. From the happiest of times to my lowest, I can definitely handle it all with grace and class. I also just need to laugh really hard in order to understand my life most of the time anyway.
I am an optimist. I believe no matter how bad it all may seem, I can crawl out of my little bit of hell. I also hate surprises most of the time. It also helps that I have my art to help carry me through my personal tribulations and great support from family and friends who are there for me to ventilate. I may not always say what’s on my mind or how I feel right away, but I will open up when I feel that it is right. I guess I am a true Scorpio with that statement.
I won’t go into details about what has evolved over the past three months or even two years really, but it has been one crazy mind bender. I just have to live it and breath it to understand why all these situations are thrown at me. Maybe this is the meaning of life…to explore, to feel pain, to have passions, to love, to grow, and to ultimately feel pain? The low moments make the better ones all the more pleasurable. These great moments completely outweigh and make me forget about the shit that has happened in the past. I need to take what has been given to me and learn from each individual situation and try to let the baggage go too.
My life could be portrayed in many ways and I’d like to think that whoever saw everything that I have experienced up until this point would be able to laugh with me. I think that may be my other favorite thing besides art and the people close to me and that is to laugh. Laughing has gotten me through the waves that have either pounded me or swept me off my feet. I can only hope that my upbeat spirit stays true since that is who I am and how I want to continue to be.
Well, those are my little insightful thoughts for the day. Now I am hungry, probably should say a prayer, and tell everyone that I love and thank them for everything.
May make me go insane! So much to do. I have been pretty bad at managing my time. That can be improved and I feel as if all my brain is doing is just going through the motions and not thinking creatively. My brain must be turning into goo or something. It may also just be tired of thinking outside the box all the dang time. Oh well. I will work it out; it always seems to be that way anyway!
Printing off my next series as I am typing this. Patience is always a virtue and printing is no exception! I need to trust my instincts more and not be too timid of my own work. They are coming out great and I am pleased of the shots that I have gotten in my grandpa’s backyard. It has changed so much, yet still reminds me of my childhood.