Tonight, I went to another art exhibit.
And alone, too.
Yes, I ended up meeting friends there, however, I was going in the first place, whether they accepted the belated invitation or not…
And it was wonderful.
I loved the art, I had fun with the friends, I felt myself, and I felt totally loved, and for being just that (myself, I mean).
And I didn’t even think about this as being an improvement on who I am being in life until after the fact, upon further, late-night reflection…
It was wonderful.
It has only taken me years, but I am finally beginning to embrace and to take advantage of the wonderful arts scene found in Houston.
I am finally going to museums somewhat regularly, and am even going on my own, at times, now.
And I love it.
And I love myself for it, too.
I love being myself, the self I have always had inside, the one who wants to be a museum/goer, who can be found on her own at a museum, contemplating this or that piece with curiosity.
It’s really cool, y’all… really cool.
I’m beginning to feel, after someone asked me about my writing this morning, that the main reason I like and am drawn to writing so much, is that it is an opportunity for me to express myself without being interrupted, put down (directly), or even ignored (noticeably)… I get to be myself and to express myself, no matter who might be nearby.
I’m not sure if I like that or not, though…
I’ll ponder for another day or month or so, and see where it gets me… perhaps it’ll be breathtakingly phenomenal, when I have a breakthrough out of what I find in that pondering.
I don’t really want to write tonight, because I’m incredibly tired and somewhat nervous. I fly out much earlier than I had remembered, and so my bedtime is hours overdue at this point. Also, my easy and cheap train ride to the airport has turned into a necessary cab ride. Fortunately this country is actually rather awesome, so the can ride is quite affordable.
I just always get nervous about flying for various reasons, so here I am, once again, nervous. Add my exhaustion and mental avoidance of thinking about how sad I actually am about leaving here, and you’ve got a good package of not wanting to type up something fancy on my phone. 😛