Glow With the Flow
One day at a time. It may be a stale cliché, but it still holds some useful, albeit banal, wisdom. It describes how I’m dealing with life right now. One day at a time. I’m getting there. It’s working as well as can be expected.
Still, every day is a crapshoot. You never know what sort of odd behavior you might engage in. Crying. Pacing. Moping. Acting out, perhaps. Or wrestling with the beast trying to show him who’s boss and take some kind of control. Or maybe something simpler, like just being your typical artist’s model; ultra-comfortable with your nude body, taking solace in it, deriving a sense of strength and security from it. Like today, for example, I came home from work, fed my cats, and suddenly felt the urge to take some nude pictures. Pictures of me, by me, on my Mac. Using the “glow” effect. Both myself and my laptop on the floor of my house. Hell, I just felt like it 
The glow feature seems to have added 10 pounds to my body, but aside from that I think the pictures came out pretty groovy. Distortion is cool. And the light effects remind me of the aurora borealis. I may be a woman at war – with the beast, with society, with my own psyche – but I still know how to roll with the punches. Glow with the flow, my friends . . . glow with the flow . . .
