It's July. It's hot.
And my annual blues are back again.
The heat kinda drains the energy, and the annual commemorations sorta drain the soul.

I haven't been keeping up with posting things. And I haven't been finishing a lot of what I've started. I have a fist full of projects up in the air. A lot of things that need to get done, that I'm barely pushing forward. I know I'll feel better in a few weeks when the temperatures start to fall back below sweltering and I don't have my birthday or another academic cycle I'm not participating in to look forward to. Seems like the older you get the less you live up to your own expectations.

Sometimes it's just hard not to fall into a self centered, self pitying spiral. Where you know half of the awful thoughts you're thinking aren't true and the other half aren't really fair, but you can't see the point in arguing with yourself. Was having a conversation with another artist, asking me for advice, and I had to keep myself from simply saying, "I'm pretty much a failure of a furry artist. I really don't see how I could help you." Blaaah. Brains can be terrible things.

As always in these matters: I'm inconsolable. But I'll get over it in a few days/weeks and get back to business. Thanks for bearing with me. You remind me that these thoughts and feelings are just baseless and wrong and give me something to come back to.