Wilderness

Sunday, November 13, 2022

I’m feeling very… scattered… confused… conflicted… all over the place, today.

I’m cold. Not uncomfortably cold. And honestly, if I would just put some socks on, I’d be fine. I’m having that “it’s too early to decorate for Christmas and I never do before Thanksgiving, but there are so many cute Christmas things in the stores now, but I don’t want to rush fall, I’m almost sick of the pumpkin candles but refuse to bring out the apples, pine, and cinnamon ones until Christmas is up, I want peppermint but know I’ll miss the pumpkin spice when it gone,” phase. We’ve all been there, right? Right?? I’ve also been scrolling my IG and the art videos have me feeling, “oooh, I want to try THAT technique, wow they’re good, I feel inferior, why am I posting my mediocre crap next to these amazing pieces, why can’t I paint like that, oh wait I’m better than that one, I feel a little better, no wait look at that one.” Social media is the worst best thing that’s happened to society.

So, I channeled that energy into this fall, Bob Ross’ “Happy Trees”, misty and creepy fog, first snow, lost in the mountains, painting.

I really need to go put on socks.