I've desired some necessary doodling. Swooping and swishing my thoughts instead of astutely articulating them. I'll briefly synop my life lately.
The Wacoan is okay. I drive. I photograph. I usually procrastinate. I suffer criticism. I enjoy interogation.
God is forgiving. I wish I had the capacity to understand that level of forgiveness, let alone administer it.
I miss friends and their faces.
I really am delighting in organization and planning. It's new.
But mainly it still consists of my doodles.
I'm scribbling everywhere.