I'll do a quick one here because I'm feeling well. It was a good day of drawing today.
I went to the Big Cat Habitat, for my second time (my first time had to do with cleaning up emu poo in exchange for community service recognition, in regards to a government weed charge). This time, it was on happier terms, a school outing. Where my class went yesterday, I slept in past my alarm (don't know wether it went off at all or not) and missed the bus. I received an email from my teacher, which I replied to promptly stating that I would go at my very next chance, (today). I was glad I missed yesterday's outing for a couple reasons; first the early morning. Not a problem in and of itself, but as yesterday lacked a true sunrise, it must have been a drag getting up, not to mention once arriving, the presumably lackluster behavior of the animals. Perhaps I'm projecting, or being optimistic, or pessimistic. Second, after the overcast and windy morning, came a stormy and dreadful afternoon. A great thunder rang out at noon, when the students were finishing up their field trip. I was in the school cafeteria at that time, safely on campus. The sky opened up, and about half an hour later, from the busses, came the soaking field-trippers. So, in short, I felt like I dodged a bullet.
Today was gorgeous. I took a cab out to the Big Cat Habitat, a gentleman driver whom I'd ridden with before too, and a good companion. The sun came out with springtime brilliance, and all of the animals seemed to take great joy in it. The lions and tigers rolled onto their backs and basked in the glow, paws up, heads back. I got some great poses, really great. And I guess that's about it.
I've been exercising, and eating well. At some point a bit ago, I was vomiting from drinking too much, and smoking, but somehow, recently, (and I've been working on myself, apart from the solutions falling into my lap too) I've abstained from the self-destructive behavior. It's strange, but this guy instructor from Dominican Republic, from Emma and I's government weed-intervention pre-trial program said something profound enough that it stuck. He argued a case that bringing these substances that are unnatural into your bodies is making harder work than needs to exist, and to reach goals most efficiently, you might cut out the middle-man. This seems obvious, but its good to have reminders, illustrations, mantras, rhymes, what-have-yous, to keep something close to your heart and mind. I am grateful for having gone through the weed ordeal, even (or especially) with Emma.
An obvious downside to being happy and stable is that the art lacks urgency, rather, it rests on discipline and regular skill, but I am not worried, for I know that with every peak comes a valley, and lord-help-me, I'll finish with that.
