Feeling Good, faltering, feeling good
Actually, I was feeling good. Woke up "early" on Sunday morning, 11:15 is early on a Sunday morning, ready to do my One Story editing course homework and enjoy the quiet even before coffee, before Jon gets up. I got on the couch and decided I would do a blog post, this journalism life documentation post first. And I don't know why exactly but I went on Facebook post, to see what I 'd been missing. I saw a post I'd been tagged in from Colleen. It was her painting of our bathroom in our Brinkerhoff St apartment and she tagged me. My first feeling was sad-envy, she'd remembered this bathroom? A bathroom? In a decades old apartment? Then, catch-up regret, that I hadn't seen any of her posts. Then, I thought I was tagged to post art, and I thought oh boy it's already Day 3. Then I realized I hadn't been tagged to join in the challenge at all, just to see the picture. Then I felt that feeling punch me, too. Why wasn't I tagged to add paintings of my