hmmmm, It’s 1:19am, I just got home from work, I’ve been up since 6:45am. I’m up drinking beer and eating chips and salsa. I have been making an awful lot of mexican food lately, it’s my comfort food. I grew up in Texas and chips and salsa can be very therapeutic.

I have a hard time living in the present right now…I find myself remembering another me.

and missing art and texas and simplicity of being the artist I was back then.

thinking like an artist and holding little pieces of paper delicately, pondering the way things look and feel. being alive and in love. I want to make myself something. Something small and delicate and beautiful. I need something to hold onto right now. I need to remember what art can be for me, that it can be the way through this. It can be the light at the end of the tunnel right now, a way to take my past through this present.

I’m get nostalgic about texas…mostly because of this: 

it reminds me of texas and boots and sex and tequila

Obviously with 3 kids, it would not work, but a girl can dream of a date night only truck, right?