Oh hello there,
You've found me slowly sipping an incredible cup of hot tea; it's a chai apple cinnamon concoction with a heaping spoon of organic unfiltered honey and it's reminding me of my goal to find a quiet moment of pure bliss every single day.
Many Glad Tidings!
As you know, last week, I chose to try out vegetarianism. Sounds like a religion doesn't it? Well, I can tell you from first hand experience, practicing it didn't turn my water into wine, and the only pilgrimage I went on was the treacherous trek through my 594 square foot apartment to my fridge.
Here's what surprised me, I didn't feel deprived. I didn't feel vaguely hungry, at least not any more than I usually do around 3pm. In fact, I felt pretty dang satisfied. I found some decent recipes online, gave them a go, and it sort of worked.
Bonjour my friends! (and possibly that one jerk from high school who is only reading this because he's insecure about his sad, lonely, life and knows that he's at least a little cooler than me so he might as well read this to feel better about himself before going on a run, and logging onto the dating app that his girlfriend doesn't know he still has - you know who you are), Hope everyone is having a wonderful day!
Things are Cha-Cha-Cha-Changin' around here. I've been pretty busy working in my studio, working in the gym, and working at...well...work.
I purchased a 2017 planner this year, and have been getting my money's worth out of it. If I write something down in my planner, it happens. I don't know why it works, or how it works but...it works. It's MAGIC. It's like that old Christmas movie where the nerdy perfume lady writes all of her Christmas wishes on a list and puts it in Santa's North Pole mailbox. Then one-by-one, they all come true. She gets fuzzy slippers and a promotion.
Along that line of thinking...I'm going to write "8:30pm - Casually bump in to Ryan Gosling" for Friday Night's slot in the agenda this week. Cha-Ching!
Ah yes, 2017 in its infancy has so far been...fine, I guess. I'm only five days in and it seems like a normal sort of January. Cold, dry, relatively barren, wintery, slowly dying inside as I scrape my car in the morning, etc. Despite the cold (that I despise almost as much as cockroaches) I feel like I've been able to maintain a positive attitude about the future.
I don't think many people share my sentiments for New Years Resolutions. It seems like everyone experiences more anxiety about the pressure to succeed over these goals, than the hope for success that I've personally experienced.
You know I didn't even accomplish most of my goals from last year. Whomp whomp.
Friends, Famly, Strangers, Countrymen, Outsiders, and Everyone,
In the wake of a rather disappointing election (understatement of the century), I spent most of last week in a disoriented haze of craft beer and cheap store-bought cookie dough. I freaking hate election years. It seems like we unknowingly go out of our way to show our worst selves, and spend the next few years trying to forget how much we wanted to fling our computers out the window.
It's 5:15pm on Sunday. I'm sitting in my parents living room while my dad watches football and drinks an apple cider slushy from a local orchard. My mom is cooking some kind of chicken chili in the kitchen (I'm hoping to take a couple servings home so I don't have to cook dinner tomorrow night).
Hello! I made you all this fun little video. FYI: I was NOT wearing makeup. No, I was not tired. I'm not a meth-head, I naturally have dark circles under my eyes. It is my cross to bear.
Enjoy this little peak into my painting life :)
I have a lot I want to accomplish.
Angela DeCamp is an Indianapolis based artist. who enjoys the finer things in life: black coffee, carnival tickets, the sound high heels make when they clickty-clack on the sidewalk.