Life recently has been interesting. I feel like I've fallen off the face of the earth, but in a simply delightful way. Yet, during my descent into the obsolete (i.e. Graduation), I made a slight error of judgement.
When I decided to join the Circus, I planned to blog daily, post pictures of my woes of Sylvia's class, and talk about what it's really like to be in portfolio school. My journey getting to this school has been unorthodox with a splash of spontaneity and a whole lot of God leading me here. And while the validity of my decision to come here has been reinforced and confirmed daily, it hasn't stopped me from falling into the trap that most people fall into when they go to the circus.
We seem to disappear from the face of the earth. We manage to make time to keep up with only the closest of friends because this is what it takes to make it in this industry.
Recently, life has been refreshingly hard; The kind of challenge that truly shatters you, but in the purest fashion. I've needed this and am thankful even through the struggle.
Yet, I'm tired of being sketchy.
Last weekend, I had a conversation with a sweet friend over coffee regarding how it's so easy to not appreciate daily life simply because it begins to feel so routine. I wake up, chug coffee, make my bed (usually), work on Sylvia homework, go to class, drive to Binder's, make a frozen Trader Joe's product, work for another 10 hours, and go to sleep around 4.
This is my life. Yet, I love it. The moments when I feel like I have nothing to take pictures of or nothing to talk about are the exact moments that I am truly living.
Appreciating the seemingly mundane takes work. It takes taking off your classes of judgement and clearing your vision clouded by routine to see the beauty in everything. It means appreciating the chortles of laughter around you, to see the sun peak between the clouds that have covered Atlanta for the past two weeks, taking a moment to notice the hilarity that you're eating your third frozen pizza of the week, all while simply relishing in the fact that you are here for a reason.
That's about where I am right now. It's late and I'm not thinking clearly, but I do know one thing. I think I'm back to writing again.