inspiration when you least expect it

Isn't it funny that sometimes someone comes walking into your life at the most opportune moment with the exact sort of personality that can kick you out of your funk? That happened yesterday. 

I never in a thousand years thought that I would have any sort of appreciation for poetry. I certainly didn't think I could read something a stranger wrote and have it move me to tears. These words opened my eyes to my current mood and that I'm not 

December 2013 was incredibly difficult for me; a combination of the fact Sabine is off on an amazing travel experience and the fact it was my first Christmas / New Years that I was single in 8 years (this is another post entirely). I've been neglecting, and wasting my creativity. I can't remember the last time I picked up a paint brush and that makes me feel really terrible about myself. 

I've fallen in this black pit of social media and seem to waste a good chunk of my valuable time on Twitter. I've had the same "to learn" list for years now, and everything continually gets put on the back burner while I procrastinate and waste my time. I'm deeming February my "hermit" month. I'm going to catch up on movies and documentaries I've been meaning to watch, as well as knock off a few of goals:

• Learn to knit
• Learn to cross stitch
• Attempt minor taxidermy
• Keep a visual journal again
• Read
• Learn guitar
• Write, write, write
• Travel

A thousand thank yous to GN for inspiring me to wake the fuck up and snap out of it.