Journal

Apr 2 – Journal Entry

Starting my journal early. Hoping to get to bed on time.

Last night I was still awake at 2:30 am; mind all over the place, so I decided to surf and came upon a pen with a camera in it. Cool! Spy gear. I love Bond movies. When I was young, I wanted to be a private investigator. Probably because of shows like Magnum PI, Mike Hammer and Knight Rider.

Today I drew my best drawing so far (IMO). My grandmother was an artist, and so is my daughter. When I draw, I think about them. Last year I bought a book, You Can Draw in 30 Days by Mark Kistler.

At first, I was using a sketchbook, but I knew I would want to upload them at some point and go places with my art. Then, about two weeks ago, during another late-night surf fest, I found Procreate – I’m in good company too because all the artsy people love it, including my daughter. Paid 14$, installed it on my iPad Pro, and the rest is yet to come. Today’s artwork:

A bunch of spheres

Yesterday I had great conversations with a few guys on POF, but one shone just a tiny bit brighter than the rest. I spent most of the evening chatting with him. I said goodbye early – I didn’t want to be impolite and just disappear. Then he says something about a bedtime ritual.

Intrigued, I asked him about it. When he didn’t respond initially, I figured he missed my text. It comes up again (I might have said something about it), and I sense his reluctance to tell me.

When people talk about rituals, my mind immediately goes to high performers – the things people do to become better versions of themselves. Plus, I’m thinking about the things I do before bed: have some tea, write my journal entry, take my vitamins, brush my teeth, kick the boys goodnight, (that’s not a typo πŸ˜‰ ), find my podcast on Spotify, etc.

Then he asked me something sexual, and the light bulb came on. I sent two texts in quick succession. “Ewwwww. Forget it.” “I don’t want to know what your ritual is.” He sends a “haha.” I’m thinking, “Ugh! You had to ruin it.” Now today, I didn’t even feel like talking to him. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no angel but we were only talking for a few hours, still getting to know each other. Why now?

Well back to the drawing board. (I didn’t go back to drawing or chatting with other guys. I ended up reading some fantastic posts.)

WordPress is starting to feel like a community. At first, I was hell-bent on getting everything out of my notebooks, out of my head and online. Now, I’m taking my time. Reading what others have to say and supporting them on their writing journey feels good!

My Early Artwork (As in Mar 2020):

There’s always something to celebrate – find your thing! πŸ™‚

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