It's the unfun bit of travel - going home. And after three months, it's the bit to look forward to - going home.
Every day - every moment - of my life, I change and transform one way or another. My body constantly regenerates - most of it anyway. Some cells every few days, some every few years. And a few important cells in the brain we apparently need to treat carefully as they're just one-timers. But overall, my body has been changing and transforming since that winning sperm first introduced itself to a welcoming ovum more than 52 years ago.
As I may have mentioned once or thrice, I suck at art. And the thought of doing art therapy leaves me feeling cold and slightly nauseated. However, it is also true the art therapist is not only a lovely person, but also a very good therapist. Plus she's nice to me - and by that I mean, she often lets me write in lieu of drawing. So here's a few of my art therapy, "works of art". Spontaneously produced. Unedited. Raw. Cheerless...
How small a world becomes when locked away, be that lock constructed of our own fruition.
I am a master procrastinator. Yes. It's true. When I want to do something, or necessity dictates I have to get off my butt right now, I'm an amazing gogetter. But when I'm feeling a bit blergh about something, or don't really want to do it, I can out-procrastinate the world champion procrastinators. In fact I believe if there were such a competition, I'd be inclined to win.