Scribblings

I've been in a creative funk lately. One of my lovely readers, Hannah - whose blog, The Storialist, is absolutely delightful - commented on my last post and voiced a niggling feeling I had been having: "There will always be more creativity. Scribble and out it will come." So, I took her quite literally today. I pulled out a sketchbook and a trusty black felt tip pen and scribbled. I didn't produce anything earth-shattering, but it was a good feeling to be creative, to fill pages with doodles and sketches and, well, scribbles. It's been seriously weird the last couple weeks. I've felt as if my skeleton has been pulled from my body. Just limp and lifeless. The only time I've felt really whole has been when I've been immersed in a good book (still working my way through Sylvia Plath's journals and loving it). It's nice to get a bit of creative spark back and begin to feel more solid once again.

Dreary Days

The weather has turned grey and rainy lately. This would be perfectly acceptable except for the fact that the wind has also picked up to ridiculous levels making it next to impossible to be outside for any length of time. Plus the wind negates any possibility of using an umbrella. I moved out of the apartment today and this windy rainy grossness is definitely not ideal moving weather. On the subject of activities that are not ideal in this weather, I am getting a haircut tomorrow (yay!) which means that I have to head down to Whyte on the bus in the rainy windy grossness.

The scribbly, mindless nature of this picture kind of sums up how I'm feeling right now. The dullness of the weather plus the post-exams sensation of brainlessness plus the ridiculousness of packing/unpacking plus the beginning of the job hunt have all combined to reduce my mind to little more than a bowl of soup. I hate these transitional phases. They are always awkward and leave me feeling all off-kilter. I know that once I find a job for the summer things will settle down and feel a little less awkward, but just the nature of being a student seems to leave me in this position a lot. Even though my parents' house is still home it just feels impermenant somehow. I think because I'm only here for four months over the summer...I don't know. I read a post a while ago from Delightfully Tacky, one of my favorite bloggers, where she talked about the feeling that a phase of your life is like a puzzle piece that just doesn't quite fit. That is exactly the sensation that I have right now. Scribbles. Mashed puzzle pieces. It's like someone let a two year old loose in my life.