A few days ago I was able to learn how to throw on the pottery wheel. For an hour and a half I worked with this one piece of clay. Molding and shaping it then reshaping it. I can't help but miss the feeling. It was pure meditation. My hands became part of the clay, part of the movement. My mind was quiet. At the end of this session of throwing clay I was so proud of what I had made, the fact my mind and hands were one and I was able to make what I saw in my mind blew me away. How fascinating this type of art is. The body and mind into a piece of work... I'm in love.

Self fulfilling prophecies. I am organized. I am creative. The two things i wish to be so I will believe that i am that. It's been working so far.

I have an interview tonight. The interview isn't only about me though, I am interviewing this family. It must take two in this kind of situation, especially since it is such a commitment. A one year contract will be written up, and i must follow through. So when interviewing with these people I must think, " Am i willing to be with this family for a year?" or if it really is going bad, " Am I willing to be miserable for a year?" I'm so excited about having an interview I just want to jump right in. Oh the folly of youth. Oh the folly of me. I like to rush into thing. Think five years forward before the first day has even begun. Always ahead of myself.

I want to live in the west, the dry heat and chilling nights. Open skies that lead to the stars.