Do Yall Like The Lil Matchbox I Made :3 Its Supposed To Be The Kitty Looking Out Of The Window, And Then

Do yall like the lil matchbox I made :3 it’s supposed to be the kitty looking out of the window, and then the other side is the scene she is looking at!

Some doodles from last night :3

I am beyond excited for the approaching summer, which feels so distant with the dreary San Antonio weather we’ve been having. Each day cloudy, yet each day persistent to move the seasonal train forward into warmth and sunshine. And the excitement is the conductor!

This entire last year, Mel has had a running joke that each season they experience becomes their new favorite season. And I agree entirely with the continued optimism! Since moving back to Texas this past August, there has been a renewed sense of wonder and want for experience. It feels like experiencing life with a new lens. But I have to say, I have discovered my least favorite season!

Late spring! (Dun dun dunnnnnn!)

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Perhaps the reasoning is that the period of time, between spring and summer, is brimming too much with anticipation. So much excitement for a future not yet tangible. Of trips to bodies of water, and days spent with my mama, who is free from the Spring semester in Academia. These cloudy days cannot help but feel stagnant and paled in comparison. But maybe, I can find excitement in that too. In the period of waiting, the period of wanting. Maybe it is more to do with how I process the yearning, and how I interpret this feeling of lack.

My hope is that this time next year (or maybe this time tomorrow! If I am able to fully actualize this optimism), I will feel more acceptance with the boredom of this “side” season. I won’t take the cloud cover for granted, perhaps I’ll learn to love solo dates into nature; when the sun does not beat down onto soft human skin.

I am always aching to find more light, acceptance, and hope in my time on earth in a human body. To not look at stormy days, both internally and externally, as a threat to my wellbeing. To find a continuous momentum, not wary of stopping and starting again, and not scared of falling because of itself.

[…](full post on my website!)

Good morning I feel like Lady

Anytime I drop a kitchen appliance I say sorry to it because I learned my lesson from watching gforce

Just a girl who loves heb parking lot sunsets and beautiful big flowers (that I cannot afford to take home… yet)

And oh sun how I miss you.. this brilliant orange evening (not captured so clearly by camera, but nothing is) was a kind relief from seemingly endless gloom. Each day gray, each day damp, and each day begging to have beauty found in it still. And that’s something I am working on. I’ve found that, too easily, each morning when I wake up to the gray smeared sky out of the window, I deem it as a “throw away” day. All I want is to laze around, to avoid experiencing the humidity, to hold off for the sun. But when days become weeks, I know I must crawl out.

This seems so melodramatic!! And maybe it is, I do enjoy melodrama quite a lot. But the weather impacts mental health so so much, and I am trying to make.. light of it (pun now intended haha)

I hope the weather is kind to you.. wherever you are!!!