I've been lacking the vitality of days to write here. Beyond school and work and life's mischief, I've not been making the time to write. Academia does that too. Workshops are closed until spring, so that there's no real push behind me to get creative, especially in my day's end weary.
My dad is in the midst of deciding when and how to go through with the surgery. He was supposed to fly to Texas next Monday to have it done next week, but we're a far way off from the necessary money to pull that off. My mother has exerted herself from all fundraising and isn't too wholesome these days either. Ryan is working. a lot. Everything these days seems to be about bare minimums.
I've been committing to being more physically active these days, trying to get an hour done at the gym every other day, trying to keep my blood count up, get on the healthy end of the spectrum. Lent soon. I will look more closely at how life changes without meat again, to evaluate which is really better.
I'm not sure where I am with the choir anymore. Apart from my time constraints, I lack patience with it, and their indifference to the music and how it's so focused on sounding good and less about worship. Also, there's a pre-occupation with sounding like the original singer of a song...really? Then we should've just invited them to come sing it. I don't know if I can keep with that.
I'm hoping to start my next writing project soon. "The Readux" where I take really old poems I wrote in the last couple centuries and re-write them and improve on them. I also expect fresh works to come out of it as some elder poems might contain new poems in their bellies. It's the next step in my creative processing. Will keep you posted.
Below: Mr. Marshall and a truth.