One of those days...

Man, I did NOT feel like drawing earlier. I don't know what it is about today, but I wasn't feelin' it. It was like life looked me straight in the eyes and said:

I try to recover from that blow...and I'm like:

The salt in the wound.

But...I've since learned to not trust my feelings in these matters. Because nobody is going to feel it every single day. You'll have off days. Even the people at the top still go through it. It doesn't matter nearly as much what you do on a good day, when you're feelin' like a champ. It matters what you do on an off day. There's a deeper show of your faith when you feel like shit and still keep pressing on.

I'm still learning this.

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So it's lunchtime...I want to draw, but can clearly see I'm gonna have to climb over a wall for it. 


"I'll make some food first. Maybe I'm bein fussy because I'm hungry."


I go downstairs, make a beast-ass lunch, and come back up for work. ...well, wouldn't you know I got that itus. [http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=da%20itus]

A couple hours later, my buddy C-Los wakes me up with a phone call trying to get me to come play some soccer. Now, I don't know how many of you have ever been woken up with an offer to go do some physical activity...but more often than not, you're thinkin "no." However, I agree on two conditions:

1. We throw some football in too.

2. He gets me a bagel at Panera afterwards [<3 for P-Bread].

So we get out, run around, get that exercise goin, grab some food, discuss jobs and make some slick plans... now here I sit. Except, I'm ready to push through this half-ass day and bust out a drawing because those dreams I have of getting into RISD and becoming an illustrator, they aren't going to wait for me to "feel" like reaching for them. Days are passing, people are working, and every day that I stand still is a day that my dreams are also standing still.

So if what you want in life is only moving towards you when you move towards it, then what the fuck are we waiting for?