The Root of All Evil

I had completely forgotten all the amazing lessons
I was fortunate enough to have been dealt

Money
The currency of my lesson
Of my depression
Of my obsession
The conduit of the exceptional
Unbeknownst changeThat my life was to undergo

Back in the Saddle Again

Where do I begin? Let's see...

My dream came true of successfully running my own retail store, Superfly, for just over a year. I then decided between the commuting costs, overhead, time, etc. that it would be more cost effective going back to strictly online sales. In turn, I closed down the store and spent my summer working my own hours and hanging out with my son at the same time.

Julian's almost twelve now and usually I would be off to work and he'd be in day camps or at the sitter's. So, this was the first time we've ever gotten to spend a whole summer together. We were both thrilled! It was very relaxing, productive and did wonders in the bonding department. Now he is back to school and so am I...

Julian has begun fifth grade at a brand new middle school Fine Arts program. This is the first year for the school and so far he loves it. He is guaranteed at least two class periods a day in subjects such as Graphic Design, Sculpture, Pottery, Dance, Voice, Drama, Band, Painting, Broadcasting, etc. When I was his age, I would have killed to have had the option of going to a school like this. This got me thinking about returning to college and finishing my Fine Arts degree that I abandonded so long ago.

Thus, I began filling out applications, transfer papers, financial aid stuff, getting my transcripts in order and meeting with advisors. Yesterday I registered (ONLINE! - How cool is that?) for classes. I'm taking three classes this semester including a Painting Level II class that I am sooo excited about. I get to spend every Friday from 9am - 2:30 pm actually PAINTING!! Just to have a block of time set aside to do nothing but be creative again sounds like heaven to me. I'm a bit nervous about being an older student, but this is a Community College and so far, every time I've been on campus it looks like I'm not alone. And, I think I only need 16 credit hours and I'll be finished! Wish me luck :)

Other than lots of change, change, change, life is good. I'm on a positive track and can't wait to see where it will lead me.

By the way, I've started up The Big Question again. Be sure to stop by:
http://www.bigquestion2day.blogspot.com/

Paula Cole - 14

Your eyes they conjure up those Cliffs of Moher,
Far away and not listening anymore,
Dreaming of life on another shore,
Not here, not now, with me, the bore.

So I stop talking and fade to bleak,
Feeling insignifi cant, atrophied and weak.
Even though it's not who I know myself to be,
The Queen, the Confi dence,Doesn't speak.

But I was 14 with my passion, And 15 with my best.
16 with my ego, And zero with the rest.
My heart is a P.O.W. tangled in my chest,
I don't know how to communicate in a cardiac arrest.

Your eyes they drown me in your sadness.
Your words they bring hurricanes.
Braving Shakespearean tempest,
The Mighty Tiger, Doesn't blink.

But I was 14 with my passion, And 15 with my best.
16 with my ego, And zero with the rest.
My heart is a P.O.W. tangled in my chest,
I don't know how to communicate in a cardiac arrest.

I think I found the one,
Silent suffering inside.
The one who got away,
I was too dangerous to hide.

But I was 14 with my passion, And 15 with my best.
16 with my ego, And zero with the rest.
My heart is a P.O.W. tangled in my chest,
I don't know how to communicate in a cardiac arrest.

So I stop talking, baby, cause you always want me to shut up.
Take the center stage meanwhile I become your trusted, silent prop.
So take good care, this mighty woman's ready to explode,
Fire here below the surface of my volcano