Robots Need Love Too

I started working with a new client through my pca position. His name is Sam he is about 14 years old a super skinny kid that wears big t shirts and pants that are too short. When I first met Sam he always wanted to talk about comics ,video games and eat chocolate deserts. Its a match made in heaven. Sam is diagnosed with Autism but I'm pretty sure he is just an Alien. First of all, his tone is just like that of an Aliens in all the movies I've ever seen. Speaking of movies he is really obsessed with NOVA and watching television movies about outer space and planets probably secretly yearning for when he can go home. He also sometimes slips up in conversation and says "the human race" or "the humans" when he is describing common actions of everyday people. Who says stuff like that? Aliens that's who. There are times when we are driving around I wonder if he can read what I'm thinking. I'm constantly wondering if he knows that I know he is an alien from outer space. When I'm not being paranoid, Sam is a great kid to be around and I'm lucky that I have the chance to be his new staff. He brings up some interesting topics, like the other day he asked "Carrie if you could go back in time...would you?" There were times in my life where I can remember wishing to go back in time and fix everything I have ever done wrong. Then a strong gust of wind came barreling from my belly, rushing up my throat to bounce around my closed mouth pushing my teeth open to spread the misty and still energetic " No," sigh of relief, " Honestly no I would not ever want to go back in time..even if I could" and to my surprise after I said that it WAS really the honest truth and it made all my muscles in my body sink and sleep for a moment.

When I started my Etsy of recycled and upcycled clothing I had long said a good bye to painting. It had been a long time since painting felt right. I also wanted to take a different direction to what I was doing with my painting because of peer pressure basically. Its so different and I felt like no one really understands it. There have been moments throughout the long 3 years when I've wondered when it would be when I start painting again. I would try a variety of different times to get out the paints but I would just shut the box again and throw it in the corner. Patience is a hard thing to learn in life. Its hard to be patient especially towards things that you love so much. You just wish they were the way you wanted them to be because you love it so much. Sometimes you just have to let it go, and just know that they will come back. I started on my first painting this week! One night it just hit, and the next day it came rushing out of me as I ripped up fabric and cut out patterns and pasted them onto canvas. I'm still doing the same work that I've always done and have decided that it doesn't really matter what other people don't get, what doesn't sell it just feels right and that's all that matters. Its very exciting.