I went to the Arts High School (Perpich Center for Arts Education) many years ago. Well, this past summer was my 21st annual reunion, and I haven’t seriously drawn or painted or sculpted/shaped clay since. But I remember the experience with a wistful longing like some remember past romances, with a mix of regret and heartache. Continue reading
In a previous post, I told the hard story of what happened to reduce and even my ability to post. But, don’t worry, I’m not re-hashing it here. I’ll just say that things are slowly getting better. And, while slowly getting better, I have to start making longer-term plans than just, “fill the fridge” or “clean the bathroom.”
It’s become this slow balance between looking backward and looking ahead, all the while paying attention to right here, right now. It’s about finding out how to be an adult while not losing the wonder that childhood is, that adventure that being a teenager is.
To see how much things are getting better, I planned a vacation to Florida. Mostly to get away from things, but also just for the challenge. I did the comparison shopping for flights, purchased the tickets, worked out the plans and logistics, and I went. I had help from a good friend with the cat-watching, but otherwise I did it. Every other trip I’ve ever taken has been arranged by someone else, and the fact that I planned it, I went on it, and now I’m back makes me feel a bit more adult. Continue reading