The More Things Change....

I have the desire to draw. I want to create something....I am going to create something.

Funny...I plugged my headphones into my computer speakers, after finding the perfect picture of Amy Lee. Headphones that worked perfectly fine up until that moment. And what did I hear? That familiar sound of a broken wire. I swear to god and on my own grave, they worked fine before this, since March. Come to think of it, I haven't had that problem since I was a teenager...you guessed it...those drawing, painting, creating years. Back then, I went through a pair of headphones at least every couple months. Don't ask me why, I don't know either...my parents figured it was from falling asleep with them on, which, they very may well be right. Anyway, I felt along the wire and not only was the wire broken, but the plastic coating was cut (or torn, who knows) in a spot.

I get the feeling that someone, or something...god, fate, the devil, who really knows... is plotting against me when it comes to this. But what that something didn't count on was I am older now, and wiser, and I can fix a pair of headphones! So...Ha. Bite me. I'm using them right now, and they work almost fine as long as I don't move around too much.


So I have a shopping list...for this weekend if I can sweet talk my hubby enough, or Monday when I have my own money

• a sketchbook...a really big thick one, with beautiful snow white page just dying to be drawn on...
• a good pair of headphones
• a pencil sharpener that actually sharpens pencils

I know that I don't have as much time as I used to, 3 young kids running around, a family and a household to take care of. But if I can make the time to sit and draw, I know I can still do it. I want to still do it. I'm lucky enough to have a supportive husband who understands what it means to me to be...me.

I stopped drawing long before I lost my portfolio...long before I had children, or got married, or even moved away from home. I let people get in the way, people that don't even matter...people that I don't know now and I don't even care that I don't know now. The people that do matter, the people around me now, care enough to support me...I know that. The only thing stopping me, is me. Ok, that and whatever is hiding my supplies and breaking my headphones.

Ahh..go figure. Racheal lost interest in the TV...I don't need the headphones now.