i_rabbit

Not much to say these days. Things are going well. It brings up the old debate about whether artists can be productive when they are happy, or whether they need a steady dose of angst, in order to motivate their creation.

*shrug*

I do know that I have been happy AND productive lately, in a mode of doing and experiencing, more than contemplating or documenting. Life is good, even better when the Queen of Hearts decides to smile upon you, so how many times can I log in and say that in a row - hmmm…

I half expected it to be this way following the bottoming out that occurred in my life in July. I remember telling myself to be patient, try to remember that there would come a time when I would look back and see things more clearly, with understanding of *why* they were going the way they were. It was a test of my faith that things would work out if I just kept up my dedication to the things that really matter, instead of accepting the stagnation that comes from fear of taking action and ‘doing something about it’. You get nowhere fast when you’re spinning your wheels. I had no one to blame but myself, well there were a couple of people that were convenient to blame, but ultimately, we all make our own bed.

My *new* bed is deluxe, queen-sized, firm, warm, comfortable, and it has recently been filled with a certain supah smart, sexy, pankified, goddess of goodness, so I really have nothing to complain about. Well there *is* that sticky gate latch that I have to deal with but, never mind, I’ll shut up now.

Oh, her name is Eve…