My Humanity

I am:

tired, but not sleepy.

lonely, but alone by choice.

hoping that my family is having a good week. They are on my mind more than I let them know.

stressing about work tomorrow; things are seriously awry in the P&C insurance industry in Florida.

worrying about the unprotected sex that I had this weekend.

thinking of the sculpting that I started today; I completed almost two feet on my vulva inspired chiminea. But I have a long way to go.

praying that I pass the Spanish class that I am currently enrolled in for my degree.

unsure how to believe in myself and my art.

feeling like I can never work hard enough no matter how long or hard I work.

wondering if everyone feels this way.

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Being born and raised in the south should have made me more inbred and less tolerant, but something went wrong in the grand scheme of these damned rebels. I am; brutally honest, a bad driver with a record to prove it, a connoisseur of stand-up comedy, the eldest child, an aware procrastinator, semi-sweet, the result of my mother losing her virginity, easily excitable, a lover of music, a pretty shit liar, late to any event no matter what, myself without apology.

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