Thoughts on painting my future part 1
#1 of Thoughts on painting my future
a journal for a sweet and thoughtful kitten
Hi I'm lulu I am age 22, 4ft 11in feline. I like painting drawing and poetry. I'm a little fur but don't be fooled I can fight. I spend many afternoons hiking and contemplating life. Often I hear less about a quality of life and more about surviving it. Honestly this was prompted by a talk about classes with my father. I was explaining my dislike of a teacher I have and plan to drop the class. Let me get this out my dad is great I love him to bits but this is my story not his.
I sat in the living room explaining this class is weighing on my heart. How I dislike the teacher not just as a person but as a teacher. Her teaching style and my learning styles just don't match. I've never been the sky is blue so it must be blue kind of painter or person for that matter. If you want that a camera works just fine why spend hours painting it. My dad believed my enjoyment of the class was unimportant. Sadly I disagreed and put my best foot forward to explain why I was leaving. His answer was disappointing. It was something to the air of "You must be sucking Fathertime's dick if you think you can stay in college so long because I don't have four months to kill on whether or not I like a teacher. " witch got me thinking what is a good use of time and hard earned cash?
This will be a sort of journal describing my exploration of the big questions in my life and the simple wonders of my world. I will post my thoughts as they come and I know I'm not a great writer like Vexxus or Drauger (hope I spelled those right as I'm not looking at spellings at the moment ) but I want to share my thoughts on how I plan to pick up my brush and paint a new day. I hope I can brighten yours... I think I will end with a quote from my daddy "A mind is like a parachute. It only works when it's open."