The Last Day Of July

This is my very first entry and its pretty exhausting and scary. The entire screen is white and I'm seeing many similarities to a blank canvas. This was the main cause for this blog in the beginning. I need to get over my "block" and find a muse or motivation. After reading the "red leather diary" I decided that I too could do a five year diary. It does seem like a nice thing to have when your older self wishes to lament or celebrate.

This past year I have been keeping very busy. Working is almost like taking a break from reality for me. This year alone I have taken a Millinery course on how to make 'Felt Hats.' an introductory 10week course on Spanish and most recently an intensive Art Therapy workshop. This workshop completely changed my new found consistency in life. It jolted me. I needed it. I want and need to do art. I need therapy and someday I hope to become a very good therapist. In order to attain this goal, I firstly, need an art portfolio of a substantial level. Then I need a year or so work experience in the area. All of which just to get educated in order to become a Art Therapist.

Merging the idea of a diary to look back on and using it as an aid to get my work completed, creating a deadline from my first entry until a full year has come and gone, I must then have achieved the above and secured a place in some Masters level Art Therapy course.

So today is the end of July 2010. I am a Cancerian. I do love the month of July, for more reasons then its just my birthday (although once a year is not enough sometimes) but because Ireland is scummed to the strangest of weather and visits from many strangers. So we often flee the country or the city we live in to find some solitude. I just moved into the city centre, I'm dead centre of all the hustle and bustle. I couldn't be happier, however I am also a lover of solitude and the country air. So just this month I have ventured he to Cork and now Wexford. Every journey I take I meet new people and they often make the entire trip for me. This time last  year I was inter railing in eastern Europe and met some great fellow travelers. The year before that I as in San Francisco and from this I have made friends for life.

All my events will be recorded from now. All my thoughts and inspirations too. My works of "art" my mistakes everything. So here goes nothing and everything.