25/05/2026
I have been having A Time and a Half with a really sh*tty employment (or lack thereof) situation, really sh*tty mental health, and really sh*tty sense of self-worth while really missing my partner who’s halfway across the world, really missing my best friend who’s also halfway across the world, really missing my mom who’s also halfway across the world, with no concrete plans for building a foundation for life that everyone else always seems to have figured out, as I shrink myself, chastise myself, dissociate from myself.
It is always in times like this I am more thankful than ever for dogs, especially the ones that I’ve come to know better over the past few years. I am grateful to every dog I know that I get to paint, returning the favour of the attention and affection they have given me that at times felt like the only thing that got me through to the next minute and the minute after. My world becomes a bit quieter when I’m studying their faces, their bodies, the way light plays on their skeletons and hides under their fur. I get to pay attention to the small things that matter. I get to be human.
