This has been a strange, good summer.
Strange because I didn’t go to the lake until last Tuesday, which sounds crazy coming from me, as I live all year waiting for summer, beach life, and swimming in open air. I think this is another learned lesson. Too much expectation and attachment, and this is what you get – nothing.
I, Bobbi Arbore, solemnly promise that I will stop hating autumn and winter so much and that I will force myself to find all the good aspects that there must be – somewhere, probably very well hidden – in the cold seasons. But please let me have a great summer next year. I need to be on the beach for three months straight, to catch up.
I also solemnly promise to make enough money to be finally able to buy a Nikon again, because I miss taking pictures so much and my cheap cell phone’s camera makes me vomit. I miss going to the lake and take tons of photos, it was like living and seeing the beach twice. For an observer, like me, pictures are important.
But enough with the things I miss.
As I said, this summer has been strange, but it’s been also good. I wrote in the last post how I felt the need to stop and observe my life, to send my spirit on vacation. It’s not an easy thing, because you go through various difficult stages, depending on how much of your life is revealed to you in your observing it. But if you can, if you think you have the stomach to dig deep, by all means, do it. I will maybe go into details about this in another post, maybe.
But it’s been the best decision ever. I can savor the small things again, I love my home again, I can draw again, and so many other things and feelings that were gone. Most of all, I cleared my head by discovering and understanding facts and situations that looked blurry, have created confusion, and had me doing wrong moves based on misinterpretations.
I can look at things for what they are, I know how to face them, and it feels good.
Can I kiss myself? I was totally stuck with my watercolors, but the day I had set as a restart, I made a pretty one that I am already turning into so many items that will soon be online. Not on Etsy. Right now it doesn’t feel like the right place for me. I will share all my new shops soon. Yes, shops, plural.