In today's foray of removing wall tacks holding artwork up on our apartment walls, two things are clear: 1) My index fingers really hurt and I should not have trimmed them the day before; 2) A tool will definitely be used when the rest of the art work comes down.
It's quite the odd feeling, moving to a new place, and one much nicer than past locations. Either way, we're both excited to set up our workshop and have a place in a much nicer neighborhood. It'll allow us to be at our creative best, relaxed, and with more room for the typical adulting habits. Our dog will definitely enjoy it and the ease it will put on his joints.
My thoughts at the moment dwell on said adulting, or rather the continued maturation one can and should experience even past their secondary schooling days (or past their higher learning days). One can go for long periods of time without so much as a challenge to their state of mind, yet suddenly be assaulted by a situation that takes them out of their complacency. It certainly says a lot about a person with how they handle it; do they back off, do they handle it with a neutral mindset, or do they overdo one aspect or one emotion, for good or for bad?
In whatever way they handle the shock to their system, the most important part is reflection and improvement. Measured improvement, of course, because to try and over-correct may have the opposite effect one intends. Not only must one learn, through trial and much error, how to approach a problem with maturity and grace, but also to approach future solutions with the same level of awareness.
Anyway, I'll be making my own coffee from now on and it's going to be damn delicious. Even with my pained fingernails.
-D
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