I am making life choices these days. Or I should say I am suppose to be making life choices. A part of me wants to run. Get out of dodge. I don’t want to be a grown up. I want to go off and be broke and help people who are much much much more broke than I will ever be. A part of me wants to help strangers and children who can not help themselves. Because really, if I am helping them, I don’t have to help myself.
There are a lot of questions I need to ask myself before I can make the next step. The right choice.
I had no answers for these questions so… I painted instead.
I will tackle the tough stuff tomorrow. Now, I just need to wash all the paint off and sleep.