I am terrified. Change can be a huge blessing or an absolute anxiety bomb, and this time it has ended up being a gigantic anxiety bomb. It's a ridiculous situation to find myself in. Good things are on the horizon, but I don't understand them, don't know what to do and don't know how to proceed without feeling a little bit lost for a bit. I'm going to be a teacher in a little less than a week. I am going to be looking at a class full of students telling them how to illustrate. I'll be relaying the finer points of illustration, the ideas which I most want them to glean from my speech. I can't even spell without a word processor underlining my mistakes in a curly red line. Oh my. I feel overwhelmed, but, I know, that at the same time, it will be totally okay. I'll do fine. I won't know what I am doing, but I will fumble my way through it as well as I can, and most importantly, I will get better. It is a new era.
With that in mind, I have been spending the first week of this year hiding from the very things that make me happy. Over the weekend I finally put together the first Thursday Night Throwdown Poster of the year, and between yesterday and today I put together the first major piece in the commission that I am putting together for a clean energy man that frequents my coffee shop. I have been a ball of stress but am finally starting to ease into the gotta do it mindset. Procrastination with me is a science. I need to worry about something for ages before I start it. Thank the lord drawing feels so right and can make all of these ills slowly pass. Drawing is my golden ticket.
Here is the poster that I put together for the TNT this month, courtesy of an awesome dream by one of the employees at Bard.