I was reading xep's online journal, and I was sort of swept up in reading a poem, and then halfway down the page, surprised to see my name, and a drawing which she credits me with. I think it's distinctly possible that I drew it, but I can't say with any certainty. How strange! It sort of looks like my handwriting, it looks like something I would draw. It's put me in this whole weird nostalgic realm, remembering where I was in 1993-94, what I was up to.
I want to travel, I want to go back to school, I want to paint. I'm starting, taking baby steps, towards doing these things, and more.
Last week I found a really great japanese television program which was a sort of candid camera "reality" program where the producers work with parents to send really young children off 'alone' on complicated errands for them and then they send cameras after them and record the hilarity. It struck me as really beautiful, in a sick way, a sort of reassurance. Life is complicated, and sometimes tiny little things are very overwhelming. Sometimes just getting your laundry done or buying strawberries can be a huge ordeal.