2015: Audentes Fortuna Iuvat

Now, I'll be the first to admit that I'm the worst blogger on Earth, if I can even call myself that. Today will be yet another attempt at resurrecting the intention of keeping a regular update on my life and the things that inspire and infuriate me. 

Much has happened since my last post. Corey and I have successfully potty trained our new dog Marx ( yes, named after Karl ) and more importantly I have taught him how to play dead. My fingertips hurt as I type this from the blisters that I've earned from learning how to play the guitar ( which in a nut shell is playing "Blackbirds" over and over again for hours on end. )

I've officially quit smoking as it has almost been a month since my last. I do miss it though, not for the nicotine but for the drama. Smoking always reminded me of Italy, when everyday life revolved around a quick coffee and a long cigarette break. 

In other news, I'm starting to overcome my fear of the empty canvas. To not overanalyze the composition but enjoy the act of painting for enjoyment's sake. As I instinctually slap on the layers of paint, one after another, I have no idea what I'm doing. I continue to struggle with subject matter and I'm beginning to think that the unknown is my muse. 

Lastly I worry that being stagnant and comfortable has made time fly by too quickly and if I do intend to change the world, first I'd have to stop being lazy.

Audentes fortuna iuvat. Fortune favours the bold. I need to be bolder.

B.