These are my rather pathetic attempts at flower jewellery. I kept wrecking whatever flowers I attempted to attach to whatever thing. The wire would just cut them in two, and I couldn't figure out how to work it better. I need practice. This is true of all things, all the time.
Today is one of those days I feel like chucking in my studies and doing something less hard for the rest of my life. Like sleeping. I'm tired and I'm getting behind, and it's difficult to find any remnant of a motivation when I'm tired and get behind. I want to eat lots of bad things. I want to eat lots of bad things while watching lots of mindless television. I am distracted by the interwebs. I have new spring flowers out in the garden I would rather be taking pictures of. The breakfast dishes are not done.
Do you have a secret Ancient Roman crush? I think you should. Mine is Marcus Aurelius. He said a lot of things, but one of the things was this: The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts. Which is to say, we believe the things we tell ourselves, if we tell them often enough. Hope or hopelessness, courage or fear. We should never take our stories at face value, but question them, edit them, re-write them. Dye our souls in the colours we would like them to be dyed.
My story today: I will keep on with this assignment whether I do a good job or not. If I get a B instead of an A, a C instead of a B, if I fail entirely, I will have learned something. And learning something is why I'm here.
AND I'll sleep.