You know, I love painting. There are a lot of things I love...., like cooking and baking, and sewing, and taking pictures. I always try to do the things I love, it keeps me happy and content. However, I am not painting, or doing any kind of art on similar mediums. I always bake and cook, my sister just got me a sewing machine for Christmas, and before that I sewed by hand, and you all know I take pictures. Why don't I do more art on mediums such as canvas or paper?

My Grandfather is a wonderful artist, he has picked it up in the past years and is pretty talented I might add. His work is very interesting. He finds time to write, paint and take pictures. He lives a pretty healthy lifestyle and it shows in his work. You can tell he works out cognitively and he even mentions getting out and doing physical work as well, like hiking and biking, and I even think he lifts weights sometimes! His lifestyle and good habits are portrayed in all his work. And to see such drive, happiness, and determination is very inspirational. Every time I look at his work weather it be just writing, or if he posts pictures taken earlier that day of whats gone on during that day, or if he up loads a painting he has finished.

Maybe I should start getting more involved in that hobby as well the others. Sooo,.... You may start to see some of my own work posted up (besides my photographs).

It is odd how our minds work, we can be so compassionate one minute, and so selfish the next.

I remember when I was younger, I used to spend the night at my best friends house pretty often. We would spend the whole night locked up in her room. We would play with these high fashion dolls and plan out how our future would be. (We would live next door to each other and our children would grow up together. One of us would have a hot tub on their back patio and the would have a bar on theirs. We planned trips that we would go on road trips to reach the intended destination. We would be each others maid of honor. We would get drunk for the first time together on our 21st birthday.

Nowadays we are lucky to talk once or twice a month. She got engaged to a preacher in another country and moved down to live with him. Leaving everything behind. I should be happy for her, but all I can think of is much i miss the friend I used to have.

It's not just the distance between us either. We have grown to be very different people. Sometimes I think that she just stopped moving forward and took a few steps backwards. But I wont ever have that relationship with anyone, and maybe never again with us. We don't even think alike anymore.


What are we suppose to do in situations like these? How do we grow and turn it into a learning experience? For me, I've started talking to other people more. I try and socialize even though sometimes it proves to be difficult. I would be most comfortable to stay locked up in my room where I don't need to get used to anyone.

I am getting quite good at "conversating" (One of my bosses made that up) :], and sometimes I notice that my style will get a tad bit better.

My friend and I will always remain friends, I am just concerned one day we may not hold each other in the same regards as we used to.