this is my mess
(and a cute kid)
this mess bothers me, but not for the obvious reasons.
this mess bothers me because it's a reminder of all unfinished projects.
it's a reminder of un-started projects.
it's a reminder of my hopes of being an artist...
...yet not being a doer...
...just a dreamer...
the hubs says it's good to have extra art supplies on hand.
but most of these supplies have not been re-filled, they've just been added to.
my mess reminds me of unfilled hopes and dreams
a bit dramatic?
maybe, yet it makes me sad,
it makes my heart ache