I've been thinking. I've been reading. Been distracted by random incidents, irritations and worries.
I haven't been drawing a lot.
I keep seeing this and that, thinking; I can do better.
But I don't.
I can do a lot of things that relatively few people know, to shy to really be appreciated for all of my abilities yet.

my father's death has disturbed me more than I first knew, I miss him whenever I run into those little things that remind me. I never had huge confidence to begin with. My immediate future and education should be secure now, and I'm sure my heart will eventually really believe in what my head knows.

I got a head full of ideas, which probably makes it worse when I don't know where to start.