It’s been awhile (1 year, 1 months, 4 days). Oops?
I was told once that all artists go through both periods of intake and periods of output. To be able to write, to paint, to create, or even to blog requires experiencing all that you possibly can until your inspiration can be manifested. Or maybe this is just an excuse to make me feel better about this prolonged artist block.
So what have I been up to? Let’s do a reintroduction. I’ve been finding beauty in the mundane, taking time for mental health, taking time for physical health, thinking about blogging and not blogging, thinking about god and being okay with their absence. I was hired as a part-time princess for kids birthday parties and I failed my first class. I accidentally broke my camera, and haven’t quite learned how to use my temporary one. I stopped doing yoga regularly. I gained a lot of weight (and ate a lot of amazing food). I struggled with anxiety and depression, and was told that it wasn’t real by professors. But I also adopted two beautiful floofy cats. I’m learning to love my body. I’m learning to love more and harder.
I’m growing modest and I’m growing confident. I’m a senior in college, and I am so, so, so scared. I am so, so ready.
I'm learning how to be a creator again. I'm learning how to let myself. I got paid by Coca-Cola to make a cosplay. I’ve re-made friends in the cosplay community (since the FB deleted my page #throwback). I have so many goals. I am so proud of how far I’ve come. I hit several personal goals in my craft, 12K + followers and friends, no matter how small, and you can follow said cosplay on my IG: @melbowroomcosplay. #Shameless
I've started listening to podcasts and playing more video games. I miss PC gaming, and I still haven't lost at chess. I adopted a marimo and a fridge succulent. I'm living in my first apartment. I'm learning how to be okay with calling myself an artist.
I’m learning to be okay with writing even if nobody reads this.
I still aspire to inspire.
This is still my space. My little place to introvert and write to my future self and whomever else wants to read it. This is still my ‘elbow room’. I can take up space, and I will.
I am growing. I am spreading out. And I will write more this year.
So until next time; Much much love,