A is having a birthday party next weekend! We’re giving the kids pizza, cake, and ice cream. I really hope she has a great time and that all the kids can come.
I’ve been exhausted. The house is pretty much where I want it, except for a couple of boxes. Everything is clean. Now, it’s a matter of maintaining. I’ve been struggling to wake up in the morning. I’m strangely tired a lot of the time. My art therapy practice has been almost nonexistent. I don’t feel inspired. This weekend, I am making it a point to look at art books and magazines for inspiration so that when I have studio time with my mom, I have something I want to work on.
On a positive note, I’m spending less time on social media and more time reading. This is slowly beginning to refuel my creativity for writing. Poems are beginning to erupt in the crevices of my mind. Life is beginning to spread through my mind like the root system of an exotic, fragrant flower. It is constantly clipped by the shears of Bipolar, but the poetry is bubbling up from deep within me.
I hosted a Bible journaling group get together in my home last week. My sweet neighbor L helped. We had fun and fellowship. I am trying to make friends here.
In my next post, I’ll show what I’m reading.
Life at Home 