paper and paint

Enjoying… tomato soup, Cinematic Orchestra’s mellow beats, coffee house conversation, time for thought, thankfulness, colors, perfect temperature, flip flops, pride, life without expectation or assumption. Steve’s at band practice, the dog is safely kept at home, and I’m sitting here also feeling shocked and a little overwhelmed by the possibilities that lay ahead of me. I’m only 26. I shouldn’t be this blessed. God, what the hell are you thinking? I’m not complaining… I mean, this is what I’ve always wanted. I’m extremely thankful. I guess I just didn’t really expect this to happen until I retired at like 55. When one is faced with the option to not work on a daily basis, it seems they would be elated and have all these aspirations of things to accomplish and dreams to fulfill, wouldn’t they? I haven’t had time to prepare myself so, I’m not sure what my aspirations or dreams are just yet… or maybe I’m freaking out because I can now actually work toward them. I have to make something of myself. I don’t have an excuse anymore. Here goes everything…