Being the empathic person that I am I’ve been feeling so out of sorts lately with my father. He’s been so distraught lately that its rubbing off on me. I cant help but wish to placate him like you would a irritable child if only to prevent my own tears of frustration. It’s funny because its like a parent/child role reversal. Interestingly enough we’ve always swayed from being distant to close in regards to our relationship but now none of that matters, really. I feel that I’m at the age of acceptance. The age where you can learn to accept the hand that you were dealt with and can be more compassionate and understanding of the shoes other people are walking in. When you’re younger it seems so easy to take the stubborn scorned route and be selfish. Sometimes I like to think I’m the only person that matters in my life simply because it is my life. Now that I’m a bit older and times are changing; my whole being seems to be open to accepting many more things. I feel I can be more rational and logical about handling the things that come my way.
With that said I thought of an amazing painting or spray painting idea that I feel very confident in. A painting of a little girl on her fathers shoulders walking amongst crowds. This is based off my family’s time in Florida. We went to Disneyworld and I had a stomach flu and was so sick my dad had to carry me the whole day. Also it was summer so it was effin’ hot out.