The Wolf without a pack
My last SCAB was about breaking up with a partner. This one is going to be about being alone.
I was given an ultimatum, sort your stuff out now!
So I have, despite the fact that the faces I was supposed to see often have not appeared. Many of my partners, in the last 3 weeks, have had other commitments. So I had to nervously stroll on without them. I couldn’t have been more grateful.
I am not the best pen in the business, but I have a lot to say !!! SCA’s games have spun me up and around and I lost the art of…
But being the wolf without a pack, I howled louder. I growled and scowled at walls, till thoughts rung clashing like all the running Caribou.
Just a little interlude, my mood now lies proud, on the mountain. I have displayed not just my ideas but words.
Words are the reason I sit here now and got on the course, I’ve been too distracted by the glitz and glam to really take into hand why I am here. Too much stressing over meetings and meeting of deadlines to…..
Play around with stuff, I know part of that is finding the right partner. I have not, except for my partner in life.
Trying out art direction and improving typography and spelling missstakes. I mean really trying, instead of just saying I am bad at it or if someone says they like it, let them have a go. Trying like there is no other option if I am to survive. Realising that from day one I’ve just not been in the right headspace.
For now, I seem to have found my voice again, and I hope that when the time comes to rejoin a pack. I will do more than go up in smoke, I will make sure it is stamped with the soft padded paws I know I possess.