It will pass, it will pass, it will pass . . . That’s been my mantra for the past few days. And it looks like it will continue to be for at least a few more Hate these melancholy episodes, grrr. They suck, it’s as simple as that. But I’m still doing what I’m supposed to do – working my remaining few modeling jobs before the May break. Hopefully during that time I can regroup and snap out of it. For now I am a mushy, moody, pensive, wistful little weakling. I am lachrymose <— wanted to use the word “lachrymose”.
But my printmaking class is providing me with much delight and discovery, and my brother and I have planned a fun Mother’s Day on Sunday for our Mom. So there are things to look forward to, pleasures in life not to be taken for granted. Now if only this dark cloud would drift away and stop following me everywhere I go. Scram, dammit!
This is me, in an oil sketch by Daniel Schwartz. It was painted a few months ago but captures my mood of today perfectly.
I’ll see you all very soon.
Hugs and kisses . . .