i have yet again made the treck down to galway for the year ahead...a little trepidation is in the air...in a small cloud...which is perched just above my head...but, alas...blah.
im getting over it. i think my people phobia is waneing, but i can still feel it in my chest. this little...pulling, slightly uncomfortable, inability to breathe...and strong urge to scream,whenever i am in town, in the car, walking...etc...
alex keeps asking if i am ok, am i sad...do i miss home.
i dont think that is it exactly.
as a little birdie said to me recently, there is an inevitability in the air. a force of strong, unrelenting change. this is what is takeing all power away from me and insureing that come monday, i will be a, dare i say it, drone in the system.
no no, not quite...
i am feeling the current, like a whirlpool, scoupeing me up and carrying me off in a direction i am too weak to fight against.
but at the same time, its not an all together bad thing. i think i am copeing with it quite well, i have no reason to complain this year, and i should think that i wont, but catching my breath is poseing difficult at this time, when thinking on the coming days and weeks,and year.
but i am going to keep my head up and try and see through the shrinking cloud, and carry on and smile, smile, smile
this is a painting i did for my granny's 80th birthday. dad asked me at the start of the summer, when i was doing the other portrait, which ill put pics up of later, if i would do the same for nan. he and i are both happy with the out come...all drama aside...
