I'm not sure if I'm ready for February.
The late Valentine's commissions have started coming in now that I've hung out my shingle as an artist. There's also the fact that so many people expect a perfect moment from the objects of their affection or if there is no significant other, they either scramble to get the vacancy filled or mourn that they are not part of a couple or...or... By the fifteenth, I'm tuckered out.
"What are you looking forward to this month?" asked my clinical director.
"New season of The Masked Singer? Daffodils? Another month closer to gardening and doing papier mache outside? Road trips?"
He nodded sympathetically. Dealing with the distressed has ruined the holidays for all of us in my field. I look with bemusement at the quilted heart on my work table. It might as well be a sigil for some occultist with a fetish for the circulatory system. Maybe I've just reached a point where true love is sharing soup recipes and understanding when your friend is distraught because his Yorkie doesn't seem to like her cowgirl outfit.
I am making no promises about the month ahead. I might write some stuff. I might draw something. Then again, I might use my off time to eat whatever is allowable on my food list and watch episodes of The Mighty Boosh. However you decide to spend your February, I hope you enjoy it.
Namaste, y'all!
Jas
The late Valentine's commissions have started coming in now that I've hung out my shingle as an artist. There's also the fact that so many people expect a perfect moment from the objects of their affection or if there is no significant other, they either scramble to get the vacancy filled or mourn that they are not part of a couple or...or... By the fifteenth, I'm tuckered out.
"What are you looking forward to this month?" asked my clinical director.
"New season of The Masked Singer? Daffodils? Another month closer to gardening and doing papier mache outside? Road trips?"
He nodded sympathetically. Dealing with the distressed has ruined the holidays for all of us in my field. I look with bemusement at the quilted heart on my work table. It might as well be a sigil for some occultist with a fetish for the circulatory system. Maybe I've just reached a point where true love is sharing soup recipes and understanding when your friend is distraught because his Yorkie doesn't seem to like her cowgirl outfit.
I am making no promises about the month ahead. I might write some stuff. I might draw something. Then again, I might use my off time to eat whatever is allowable on my food list and watch episodes of The Mighty Boosh. However you decide to spend your February, I hope you enjoy it.
Namaste, y'all!
Jas
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