It's true.

Thanks, 3eb + Hayface.

I tried typing something meaningful and true to form, but nothing does this electricity any justice.
Life is splendid these days. What more can I say? 

Taking it back.

I've been staring at this Peter Doig painting for the last month. How in the hell has this guy figured out how to tap into intuitive beauty so wonderfully? I think I am so drawn because this image reminds me very much of how I would have viewed the night landscape as a child... a vessel ripe for my projections of hope, happiness, and the mysterious nature of the life I'd just begun. I think it is so easy for adults, me especially, to counteract fear of mystery with meticulous planning, therefore eliminating the possibility of being open to intuition and childlike wonder.

That's been the theme in my life lately... the struggle of letting go and opening up. One professor went as far as describing me to have an "aura of tension" surrounding me as I painted. Am I really so tightly wound that others have begun to sense the chokehold of expectations I put on myself as they pass by?

"If you're not the best, you're the worst."

I am both terrified and intrigued by the freedom and hardship that await me, and I want to figure out how to tap into it creatively. How do you keep your spirituality afloat all of the expected logic and responsibility of adulthood? With graduation approaching, I'm extremely interested in the lifestyles of the happy ones who have experienced years not divided into semesters.