Day 31: Bad Days

I knew yesterday would be a bad day when I stretched and accidentally knocked a picture off my wall and onto my head. It fell off my head and onto my coffee cup, spilling coffee all over my pink carpet.

As if I needed more brown stains.

But I was wrong about yesterday being a bad day. Yesterday was okay. I attended Uprising (a women's conference at Crosspoint Church). I attended a beautiful, sad-but-happy funeral for a friend's mom. And I meant to go to bed early, but instead I took a nap and stayed up late drawing pictures of people's faces off old Just for Laughs videos on YouTube and listening to Jeremy Wade catch electric eels in an almost-dried-up-pool in the middle of a cow pasture.

I will never step in a puddle again.

No. Yesterday was not a bad day. But today? Today was everything yesterday promised to be, and more. And it's not even noon yet.

Less than an hour after getting up, I had searched the internet to find out if going into heat can make a dog not only lose her mind but also control over her bowels. The answer is: occasionally, yes (although switching dog foods suddenly because the pet store was out of our regular feed may also have something to do with it).

Don't ask.

Let's just say we're almost out of Nature's Miracle.

I had also sobbed alternately into the (clean) laundry bin and Nathan's arms about bills and losing everything except pounds on the scale and never having a clean house or folded clothes.

And I missed church. Hello guilt, come on in. Make yourself at home.

I am feeling better now, after some coffee and plain eggs scrambled with water - we're out of milk and I couldn't find the pepper. I did add some low-fat cheddar and crushed red pepper spice.

There's also no longer a pool of water on the floor beside the refrigerator. No, the refrigerator hasn't stopped leaking. Dave (the cat) just licks it up as fast as it comes out.

I guess he prefers it to the drooly dog water.

Today is February 3, almost one month after I began this journey. I've posted twelve times (including this post) and my blog has almost seven hundred views, one follower, and fifteen comments (including mine). Thank you, readers, for your encouragement.

I've spent time almost every day honing my writing skills and beginning to practice art again. It's been a long, slow process, and I know it will get even longer and slower in the months to come.

But I won't give up. Not today, anyway.

Wherever you are in the world ... have a good day today. Unless a picture falls on your head. Then you might as well resign yourself to the inevitable.

LOL Update: While my portraits are beginning to bear some resemblance to the human species in general, there is still no actual correlation between the picture and the person they are supposed to represent. Witness this quick portrait of Nathan - it looks like a mix of Justin Bieber, Moses (from the Prince of Egypt movie), and a woman with a beard. I think Nathan put it best. "It looks like everything I don't want to be..."

Forgive the red Sharpie ... couldn't find anything else.