I'm a little obsessive compulsive. I know better than to talk lightly of mental illness. I can handle a reasonable amount of mess, clutter and dirt, but sometimes I just need things to be straight. Pictures must hang level and yoga mats must align. I count. When I'm waiting for someone, I count cars or people that pass. I count to fall asleep sometimes. I count while I water my plants. I've intentionally lost count of somethings, like how many lovers I had. How much I ate.
I've been going out and painting for a few years now. Since early 2010. Almost every week. So? More than 400 paint outs? A lot of painters. A lot of places. Not too many miles. Less than 10,000 hours. No regrets. Some paintings.
I'm a little obsessive compulsive. I know better than to talk lightly of mental illness. I can handle a reasonable amount of mess, clutter and dirt, but sometimes I just need things to be straight. Pictures must hang level and yoga mats must align. I count. When I'm waiting for someone, I count cars or people that pass. I count to fall asleep sometimes. I count while I water my plants. I've intentionally lost count of somethings, like how many lovers I had. How much I ate.
