Blue Ball of Happiness

Last night I had one of those moments when dealing with someone that instantly flushed my mood down the toilet. It resulted in me not being able to sleep, and when I finally did conk out it was well after 4am. Even then I ended up tossing and turning all night until I woke at 13:30 (1:30pm). Don't you just love how the Brits use military time? When I awoke, the first action I took was to open my laptop and check my email (not my typical routine). To my happy surprise I received an email from a dear friend that I needed desperately and was probably secretly hoping for. It prompted my blue ball of happiness to sparkle and gleam with joy and give me the boost and drive to do things besides feel sorry for myself. Which I have to admit is a bit silly. Everyone keeps telling me how lucky I am to have moved to London (The mecca of the art world. That's right, rumor has it it has taken NYC spot!) and able to study art at Sotheby's Institute of Art. It's becoming clear that willowing in self pity because I miss my friends and family and have an interesting living situation to say the least is ridiculous and the lamenting will be no more.

But let's get back to the email. I'm choosing to share part of it because I think it could be helpful to others. It opened my naive eyes of the power of the universe and the abilities that always lie within us; a great lesson has been learned on my part. My only advice for others is ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!


So reading your blog posts and such - it occurred to me that perhaps you've exceeded your own vision for the future - and thus for the moment are stalled in the space of wanting. A few months back when you declared the impossible - I AM MOVING TO LONDON - there were so many insane obstacles that should have prevented that, which erased themselves and provided a path for you. Now you're there... you got to London - you got into the art school - you're living in the flat with the dude - EVERYTHING worked out. So now what?

Rather then getting into a mental funk about the "now" - you need to accept that the now is always irrelevant, because you have no control over it (and pssst... you have everything you wanted). What does the future look like? Are you with this guy? If so - act like it. What are you going to accomplish at the school? Do it! What does six-months out look like? Do you want an awesome internship? What sorta folks would you like to be going out with? What is the life you wish to live?



As for Sunday's go, it was nothing but a lazy day. I walked down the street and got some groceries, did a load of laundry, wrote more emails then I should have, cleaned a little, talked to my family who had gathered altogether and talked to 2 of my best girlfriends. I still need to study some reading for a discussion tomorrow and try to start my first paper that I have been putting off unintentionally. No worries though, I still have a few more days until it is due, and by no means will it be hard to write. It's a visual analysis on a piece of our choosing from a selection of pieces from the V&A. I have chosen to write about a vase that is secessionist ware. It was designed by Leon Victor Albert Solon and John William Wadsworth and made by Minton & Co. about 1905. It's earthenware with cast raised decoration and painted. I thought it was beautiful and that's my reasoning for selecting it to write about. I figure when it comes to papers, you must follow your heart and pick something that calls to you. That is going to be my motto for grad school writing. Enjoy enjoy enjoy. Well, as much as one possibly can.