majestic

At the risk of sounding too... majestic or nostalgic*, I miss making art. Or at least attempting.

I know. I am the first post-undergrad online to ever say this.

But it's true. I miss it terribly. Not that anything I ever came up with was really worth it, necessarily. I mean for the process itself. For some reason I am lacking the capability to articulate exactly why I miss it. I have been sitting here thinking and typing and backspacing for longer than I care to admit.

But I do think it's important. If for no other reason, it's a pretty decent diversionary tactic. But I think that's actually one of the least of the reasons.

Literally anything else I can come up with right now is so. terribly. majestic. And so: I will spare you.

*Thanks to my brother, this is one of my least favorite words. If you ever want to have a word ruined for you, have him say this one, and he will oblige with gusto. So often, single innocent words are ruined by one individual. See also: gumdrops (Meredith et al, (2007) Unacceptable pronunciations delivered by professors. Observations and Investigations in the Surprisingly Offensive, 9 (2), 91-101.)