The window seat

I'm on my way home.

My trip was successful compared to other years. I networked a bit, made some new connections, and took some good workshops.

For two more hours I get to be the full time artist me.

I like her. I think she may stick around a while.

I'm sitting in the window seat. It's a different perspective than I'm used to. Maybe it's a metaphor for my life. Things change. You adapt. You try something new.