We're nearly at the mid-point in January 2018, and I'm only just now writing my first post of the year. I didn't even do an end-of-year retrospective to see out 2017. Initially, I was reluctant to do so because the final few months felt so negative. My anxiety and stress levels during Autumn and early … Continue reading Connecting
I'm a little sporadic with my blog posts at the moment. Things have been busy. We're approaching Christmas, it's the end of a long and very difficult term at work, the kids are full-on, I'm tired, and whatnot. And the truth is, the past few months have been somewhat dark. That happens sometimes. But something … Continue reading And now I draw in colour.
I've been something of a performer all my life. At primary school, it was drama. I never got to be the heroine or the pretty princess, but that didn't bother me (mostly). Gleeful, gorgeous, grotesque riches were bestowed upon me in the form of 'character' parts: witches, ghosts, and anyone requiring an accent. I got … Continue reading Performance
Very recently, I published a post grieving over the demise of a great love affair of mine, with drawing and with art. But even as I did so, elsewhere in my life I've been subtly, in small ways, bringing drawing, and creativity back into my life. I lament my lack of formally-developed skills and techniques. … Continue reading Small ways to be creative
As a kid, most of my spare time was spent drawing. It was my earliest passion. I was no savant. But I suppose, on reflection, I did have at least some innate "gift". The people I colourfully produced aged just three, in bright felt tip, were anatomically correct (in as much as having, for example, … Continue reading A passion, stolen
It's a whole month since I last wrote a blog post, which seems an awfully long time. A couple of weeks ago, I celebrated one year since it was formally confirmed to me that I'm autistic. I'd been intending to write about it around the date of my "autiversary", but I've been pretty short on … Continue reading One year on
[Feature image description: close-up view of the trunk of a Weeping Willow tree, viewed from behind the metal railings of a bridge, diagonally leading away from the bottom left to the top right of the image. The tree is resplendent with masses of bright green leaves hanging downwards. Behind the tree and its branches, a … Continue reading The same crap, on top of everything different
My life has been one filled with envy. Envy at the other children in the playground who weren't constantly 'it' during games of tag because they couldn't keep up with the rest. Envy at the girls who all the boys fancied at school, and those who were graceful, elegant, whilst I tripped over my own … Continue reading I must stop comparing myself to others.