What Brings Me Down Now...

I'm home listening to Counting Crows. The title of this post is one of the lyrics. Their August and Everything After album is one I've probably played over 100 times easily. It's a good album if you're feeling down, but it's also good if you're reminiscing or just want to slow down.

Lately work has been this whirlwind of getting things done, one after the other, with a strict schedule. It's good to be productive. I think it gives me some structure. I love the feeling of finishing things. Unfortunately I probably start way more things than I finish.

The sun came out and the sky was blue Saturday and Sunday. I was able to run around in the sun both days. Sunday I was running along the water with a huge grin on my face. It was the first day of the year that I could wear a t-shirt outside. I felt like the sun was some old friend that knows just how to make you smile.

I started painting again, but I'm a little stalled. I ony have 2 blank canvases, so I'm kind of afraid to paint on them because what if I have some huge moment of inspiration and nothing to paint on. The art store nearby closed, so it's kind of a trek to get canvases. I'm thinking of ordering some online. I've begun a series involving the Seattle Sculpture Park.

I'm looking forward to the spring. By then I should be over my stupid experiences of January and all the other craziness from the holidays and since. I've been reading the book Unhooked by Laura Sessions Stepp and it's confirming some of my philosophies on interactions with men and making me rethink others. January was such a classic case - it could have been in the book.

Sunday F and I had a fun conversation about people who don't realize they're as hot as they are and others who think they're hotter than they are. It's kind of a funny concept. Should people have an idea of how hot they are? Would it do any good? I think you probably just need a balance of humility and self-confidence. Hotness is so subjective and can be affected by clothing, attitude, etc.

That's enough for now. I plan on blogging a little more often. It's just that this blog used to be a lot more anonymous when I started it. Now with Google and RSS feeds it changes the game. Last year I totally got in trouble for one post. I have a poem that I recently stumbled upon that I might post, but it's not on this computer and I was never able to get it quite right. Ah, perfection - my elusive friend.