As a result, I let myself indulge in a period of mourning (unfortunately situated right in the middle of working through the 30 Characters exercise). I was alternately paralyzed by uncertainty and pissed at myself for feeling that way. LAME.
For the first time in my life, I assigned real significance to the idea of a New Year. The idea of leaving the crapstorm behind and starting anew. While I still find sadness creeping in from time to time--the events being only a couple of months old--it's with an important sense of distance. Time is doing its job.
This brings me to the drawing I've had ready since November, though it seems oddly more relevant now. The Opportunity Farmer.
