i have always been a night person; sometimes to the point of staying up 'till everyone else got up. but for the last month or so, i've been waking up around 10:30. very weird. this morning i woke up at 8:30, which i've done several times during this month. i'm not a morning person. really, i'm not. my brain doesn't function as well, i end up dragging half way through the day, wishing i could take a nap. it's a strange thing, this getting up in the morning. i actually get to see daylight, up here where the sun is only up for a few hours during the winter. and then i go to bed *early*, like ten or so. what's up with that? where are my happy nights spent wandering my empty house? and most important, *why* is this happening to me? rrrrrrrrrrr
i'm an artist trying to find her way in this world. i'm a writer, a visual artist, a jeweler. i'm an explorer and a survivor, a recovering addict and a seeker of beauty. i search for meaning and truth and joy always, in every little moment.