Ahah! I am older. Well, that was tomorrow of last month, but whatever. I wonder what it would be like if we measured in life experience instead of years. How "old" would i be? Or you? Or anyone?

I'd probably be behind, as usual, but at the same time, I'd like to think that i've done and seen and experienced a lot of things in the world... places, people, books, nature, interesting bodily injuries, etc. I can tell you what kind of tree or bird that is, or the myths and names of the constellations, or that they serve pizza by weight in Italy, or the secret identities of most superheroes. But I feel a bit like i'm lacking in things that most others would consider important. Does it matter? Beats me. I've still got to approach life in my own way, at my own speed....
That speed is just usually sort of meandering, while i stop and look at bugs and cool rocks. Ah well. Whatever happens, I am continually reminded: God is good and life is beautiful, delicate and more resilient than we think.

Also, i don't have access to my tablet, Photoshop, or scanner, so i'll use that as a lame excuse for my lack of art updates, despite full knowledge to the contrary. Maybe i'll go get my clay.