Time change and full moon in the same week!
Every morning, I see and hear the crows chattering away in the trees all around the neighborhood. This particular morning, with the crow illuminated against the glowing and golden full moon, the imagery for this comic popped into my head. I really like the way this turned out.
The first day after the time change, it was cold and rainy here. So, we got up early and had no extra daylight in exchange for this hardship. I rage against daylight savings because we don’t need it. The animals, nature, our bodies do not need to shift the clock!! I think that daylight savings is a scam that further alienates us from our humanity and connection with nature.
Well, okay. I hate it until I get a few more precious hours of outside time after being released from the fluorescent light prison of the workplace.
I’ll correct my own record and say that I actually do enjoy cooking. It’s just more enjoyable when you get to do it for friends and family rather than an obligatory chore at the end of a long day. My feelings on meal prep are previously documented here.
So, to clarify, I was talking because a guy who’s running for state house was telling me about his campaign. AND I didn’t realize that the vigil had started because the sound system wasn’t working very well.
Despite all that, it was really uplifting to be around like-minded people who are in support of Ukraine in their fight against Russia. Faith leaders from around the community shared poems, prayers, and songs.
What’s that? Another metaphor for feeling lost in life? Just when you think I’ve exhausted these visualizations, I come up with another one. This comic was inspired by the feeling of driving somewhere new, when it feels like it’s taking forever. An old friend had a rule about waiting 15 minutes after you feel like you’re going the wrong way— that’s usually enough time to realize that you are, in fact, on the right track. Sometimes, you just need to be patient.
Existential crisis pt. deux. I was getting caught up in my hamster wheel life and the mundanity of it all.
So, when I got tired of my life, I decided to draw this cheeky little dragon instead. I’m really fond of his evil but cute expression in the first panel.
See, fire can be destructive, but if it’s used in small doses, it’s productive. Think matches for candles, pilot lights, and starting a fire to make s’mores. So while it’s tempting to blaze everything in your path, if you let things out gradually instead, you can keep things under control and not destroy the village and everything in your path. And now you know.
Social media would have you believe that being the eldest daughter is a one-way ticket to being a burned-out, stressed, over-achieving, emotional wreck.
I wouldn’t know a thing about it.
Is this a mid-thirties thing? Where you look in the mirror and say “Who is that?” And listen, I have enough friends who are older than me to know this is just the beginning.
All I know is that my squinty eye is just getting squintier.
Spring is coming! Felix and I love walking through our local parks, including the Campbell Field and the Boyd Tract. It’s heartening to see the signs of spring popping up. I saw a cherry tree blooming amidst a stand of bare, gray trees, and it looked like she was a beautiful dancer making her way out of the shadows and into the spotlight.
My brother and I were reminiscing about our grandparents’ old farm in Virginia. We got to spend time in some pretty magical places as kids. Whether we were looking for arrowheads at my grandma’s horse farm after a rainstorm, riding ponies, or taking tractor rides with my grandpa, being outside meant having adventures. Maybe that’s why I find being outside so restorative now.
I don’t think it helped that I tried on the jeans at the end of the day right after I had eaten a burrito bowl. Two of my favorite pairs of jeans just got the dreaded inner thigh blowouts, so I need to replace them but it is proving to be difficult.
February absolutely flew by. I ended it with a very fun and productive meeting with some like-minded creative folks. I was new to the group and just threw out ideas like the magical idea fairy I am wont to be.
When I started this project on January 1, I did not expect to have something to say every day. But, that’s in large part because I was not allowing myself any space to ponder. I’m not saying I sit down every day with a brilliant idea, but carving out time to sit and be present has deepened my connection with myself. I’m finding this has been a very valuable addition to my life!
Update: I took Charlie to the pet store and he was soooooo happy! He picked out some pot roast-flavored treats and I selected some calming peanut butter. I’m hoping that the peanut butter will be a useful bribe so that I can make my comics in the evening, undisturbed. The shop is Urban Pet Co— they are so sweet!
Sidenote— Charlie’s tail is so expressive! The second and third panels really capture how his tail goes from cautiously down to inquisitively up.
I managed not to slip on any of the snow or ice, but a tree root took me down! Felix was not bothered. Charlie was very alarmed and ran back to me with his hackles up. I was relatively unscathed except for a bruise on my knee and a scrape on my knuckle— which is still healing as I write this almost two weeks later!
It’s prescribed burn season in the sandhills. Controlled burns are an integral part of forest management and necessary for the growth of the longleaf pines. Even though I know this, it can still be unsettling to see huge clouds of smoke rising in the sky. That has to be an evolutionary feature of being a human, right? But the fires make way for spring and for growth.
On this day, I was also thinking about how I live so much of my life in a little 2-4 block radius. I really love all the characters that I see every day and it’s comforting to remember that I’m part of the ecosystem.
We actually got 2-3 hours of snowflakes gently falling outside! I was cozy on the couch, working from home with the pups and watching it swirl down.
I think I could actually excel at running an inn! Well, some parts, anyway. I would want to be the event coordinator and organize activities. I think I could also help with managing reservations and marketing. Then, we just need someone to be the repair person/carpenter, someone to do the accounting, housekeepers, front desk attendants. Plus investors. Okay, fine! Maybe I’m fine with being a librarian. Everything seems quaint and romantic until it’s time to unclog a toilet.
My dad can still turn on the charm.
It’s been a long few weeks. My dad is currently in a rehab facility where he will regain some strength before returning home to receive care. Now, he’s smiling less and has entered the “Take me home!” part of the journey. If he has enough strength to be irritated, I’m taking that as a good sign.
I’ve been feeling kind of “blah” lately. I think it’s just winter dragging on, plus the worry and stress of my dad being sick. I’m just not feeling very peppy.
But the ice/snow days did afford me time to have a Bridget Jones marathon. The new movie is so cute! I felt like it was a return to form of the first movie after the middle two were really not that great. I love Bridget’s narrative voice and, just like Liz Lemon, she’s a character that seems more and more relatable with age.
Politics, the climate, the economy. It’s all looking a little murky out there.
I did not expect to be navigating this phase of life (aging and sick parent) without a partner and family of my own. But then again, there are some benefits to piloting my little submarine solo.
It’s a great time for a little breathing exercise. Let’s try it, okay?
On Valentine’s Day, a hawk ate a squirrel right outside the library. I have never, ever seen a hawk in the wild that close! He sat right on a bench and ate the squirrel for about thirty minutes. Maybe it was gruesome, but hawk’s gotta eat.
Later that afternoon, I visited my dad at the hospital. He was asleep so I sat with him for a moment and watched over him as I imagine he did so many times when I was a baby. The next day, I went back to visit and cried— hence the realization above.
This page is not my favorite in my sketchbook so far. I wish the colors were more cohesive and everything got muddy in the section about the breathwork class. To be fair to myself, I was feeling pretty out of it by the time I got home to draw that evening. The class was intense and I felt woozy and out of it. It’s not something I could do all the time, but I can absolutely appreciate the benefits.
It’s hard to exist in the in-between. It feels like winter should be over, but it’s not yet spring. I feel like I’m still a kid, but life is proving that it’s time for me to be an adult and stand on my own two feet.
The bright spot of the week? At least I snagged Cowboy Carter tickets.
Enough is enough! Thankfully, the dogs showed no interest in eating this onion and I was able to dispose of it.
This is the week where things started to fall apart a little bit…
Here is the short of it: my dad is sick and my family and I are trying to figure out the appropriate care for this next phase of life. I feel like I’ve been rapidly cycling through emotions as we navigate all of this. And one of those has been: anger! But, having this outlet to express myself has been tremendously helpful.
Felix understands way more of the English language than he should.
Recently, I let him get his way and we walked past the chickens. As you can imagine, he did not have pure intentions.
I’ve completely given up on using the microwave. The “fix” is to clean the little sensors in the door, which sometimes causes the light to come back on and fixes the “door” error. But I’ve grown weary of letting my microwave’s whims determine my day! Could I just get a countertop microwave? Yes, but I don’t feel I should have to! I already have one! That doesn’t work! Anyway.
Getting this jar of pickles open was probably one of the best parts of the week. Sometimes, you just need a little victory.