changes

the only constant is change...
it seems like i have heard people say these words so many times that they have lost their meaning. in addition to the fact that it's a cliche whose using feels like beating a dead horse, i just don't think that it's true.

of course, change is always happening. it happens so fast that there's almost no before & after sometimes, but i believe that some things are constant. the context of my love for somebody might change, but the love never really leaves. i might stop painting, but my passion for art hasn't gone anywhere; i will find something else to create. i might not go out in the world very much anymore, but my desire for making connections with people is still strong.

i wish home was constant right now. i think i've moved my furniture around 5 times in the last month and a half. it's as if i believe that if i move it around enough, everything will fall right into place and the space will be mine and i will be ready to put pictures on the walls and call it my own and settle in.

once everything gets all settled, i will FINALLY be able to have the time to get my etsy shop up and running again, and start making! i'm a little wiped out from bele chere and haven't had much of a chance to recoup that lost energy, but it's going to happen soon!