Everytime I sigh, I die a little...

Boy, am I beat. I don't know why, either...my birthday evening was very nice; Dad took my sister and me out to dinner (and we accidentally ended up wearing the same dress which was hilarious) and the food was amazing as usual. Aunt Sara sent a cake up with him from Boca, and that was a really sweet gesture.

This morning I had a pseudo-meltdown trying to figure out a project for art...you know what it is? I can't take the pressure. Lauren's there always, and I just get so nervous trying to say what I think she wants to hear and come up with something solid. It's a lot of stress to sound smart.

I think I need to let go of some of that. Try to start somewhere, relax, and just let an idea take its course. Follow it, I mean...I've been very high-strung and dramatic as of late, but it's mainly because of the hormones, and now the Birthday Blues (which apparently I get every year...the only thing I like about getting another year older are the presents and happy wishes!). But that's okay! Because I can make sense of that, understand why I'm feeling so stressed is because of a number of reasons, many of which I can control.

First, I need to make a list, because I am an insult to womankind when it comes to my poor means of multitasking. I need to:

- Come up with an idea for/create my project
- Concentrate on Drawing Sketchbook
- Read Sensorium chapter
- Get materials for DIG project
- Gather rubbings for ARE

...Alright. That's not so bad! The sewing (hah! See? I already know I'm going to sew--there's a start!) project might take a bit of my mental strength to conjure up an idea, but I know it's not impossible. To do that, I just need to create a few small compositions in my sketchbook, and choose one I like the best and work with it. It'll be fine.

Well, I think I'm going to hit the sack early and get a good night's rest. Here's a spread I worked on today in Drawing:



Toodle-oo!