The Algorithm started laying offerings of perimenopausal content all over my feed, and it made me wonder if the emotional upheaval of the past year might actually be due in part to hormonal changes, so my doctor ran a full blood panel to check my levels. Results: NOPE. I am still in full blossom of childbearing-aged womanhood, and none of this is to blame on the development of crone superpowers. I am still the basic model of human having basic reactions to basic problems.
Interviews are all done. Trying not to think too much about whatever word salad came out of me. It's over, it's out of my hands, I can relax and just see what happens. It is scary to think of leaving really soon. It is scary to think of not being able to leave until next summer. It is scary to think about nothing happening at all. It is ALL SCARY, so I am just going to keep working on my atelier homework and focus on the upcoming gallery show.
For class this week, I scrambled to finish my value and color studies for the new set-up, expecting my sloppy mitten studies to get torn apart. SURPRISE, he likes both compositions, didn't want me to quit the mittens, and also is interested to see the gun finished, so now I am working on two paintings concurrently. Good job simplifying things, self.
I have ordered business cards and updated my website, so if I don't have anything else to do in the next few months I can try to scoop up some commissions at the gallery show and grant presentation. Now watch me bag a 10k commission and then have to move suddenly.
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