Why are my floors constantly dirty? I don't understand. I'm a germ phobe with entitlement issues. I guess that's a recipe for a dirty hardwood floor. It's just icky.
I'm trying to constantly better myself. The older I get the more I let go of these old ideas and beliefs of who "I" am. And what I'm supposed to be.
That being said, why can't I find a place to do yoga that isn't so.. self righteous? Is that the right phrase? I don't know. I just want a place I can go that I can stretch, breathe and get in touch with my inner Lilith without feeling like I'm not a part of this weird, culty club.
Maybe I'm being cynical.
Will anyone even read these words? I don't think that's even crossed my mind yet. I just wanted a place to spew my thoughts.
Strange how the desire to connect never fades even from the most antisocial.
Papa 16x20" -acrylic on canvas