Confessions (#9)

On April 5, 2020, I published my first blog post. Well, it was two posts. Because I could not decide the best way to introduce this blog, I published two on the same day. Also, it was not my first blog post. Over six years ago, I tried blog every day--that did not go very far.

This time around, I have been a bit more successful. I am fast approaching the first anniversary of this second round of blogging. In addition, I am four shy of my 100th post. However, after tonight, I only have three Sundays left before celebrating my blog's birthday. Being a stickler for aligning numbers (seriously, you should see my treadmill stats--the miles, time, and elevation have to end in zeroes, or else I feel like a failure), I have to find a way to publish four more posts by April 5, 2021. 

Yes, I am not right in the head. Never was. Most likely, never will be. 

And here is another post to prove it. 

(There is something about the movement in this painting, the colors, and the contrast of the figure in the foreground and the one in the background, that caught my attention. For some reason, it reminds me of a dream sequence I once found in an animation series.)

A Brief Interlude (#5)

I Daydream.  A lot. 

Instead of living it, I dream about doing it. 

I imagine clever dialogues, witty retorts, and spectacular actions.

Daydreaming distracts me from the present purpose: engaging with people, completing projects, creating art, or writing a blog post. It also prevents me from making mistakes and learning from them, making breakthroughs with people and ideas, and acquiring actual skills and building extensive portfolios. Real life doors do not actually open when you are only pushing on imaginary ones.  In the end, daydreaming without translating it into real life, is a waste of time.

I may have a problem…