Here’s the Deal.

After a good week/weekend of being hideously sick like the rest of the household here (and still recovering, I may add) I’ve managed to realize that in April I’m starting my university courses for Art History/History, I’m officially starting my first ever Aerial Arts conditioning class, and we’re moving. 

Did I mention that my first aerial class starts the day before we have to go on a big bus ride again and then the second class is the day after we get back and move into our new place? No? Well, yeah, there’s that.

I’m terrified and feeling all sorts of excited. Mostly awkward and terrified. Let me put this into perspective for you:

I have the arm strength of cooked spaghetti, I’m terrified of heights, I can’t judge distance because I’m a cyclops, and I dislike being upside down.

…And I’m doing an aerial arts class. WHOO!

I’ll make my fear my shadow friend instead of a hindrance.

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Trying to learn anything when you’re 23 is like epic rage quits for lack of talent and skill.

…Maybe it’s because I’m severely impatient and I know that I’m capable of doing what I want to get better at, but the time of getting there and that epic journey was so much easier when I was younger and I wasn’t so full of tea and crumpets and a seething HATRED FOR PATIENCE AND WORK. Also cupcakes.

That wasn’t even a proper paragraph. I should go lay in bed now and attempt this ‘sleep’ thing I hear so much about. And for the record before anyone asks, no I don’t believe that age is a factor in learning anything, but for me I’m impatient and slowww.

I hate that I’ve wasted so long, you know? Human nature I suppose.

I have two months to finish a painting for an art show/ poetry festival here that I haven’t even started yet.

That might sound like a lot of time, but I assure you it isn’t. Plus do some commissions, find a place to move into, pack everything, moving 4 hours back to my home city, try not to murder everyone before, during and after then.

All happening before September, I do believe.

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