I decide to do art next. I want to explore my creative mind more. I feel I’m always grasping for a creative enlightenment I never quite seem to reach. A part of me is happy about that. If you really arrived at your creative boundary that would probably be really depressing. I’m actually not sure such a thing exists. I think you can always grow as a person, forever.
There’s a fine point pen I need to buy to finish my drawing of a hot air balloon. I decide to drive to the art shop down the road. I pick out a black pen with a .08 felt tip. I draw with it for a minute on provided test paper, putting the pen through a bit of a trial before I decide if it’s the one for the job. It is. When I pay, the girl says “Can I tell you something kind of weird?” I’m nervous, but curious to hear what it is. She says “You smell like the Caribbean.” None of the options I considered were even close. I laugh a little and she wonders if it’s perhaps because of my shampoo. I tell her I haven’t showered today and we both awkwardly laugh. Then she says, “Well that’s good then”.
Next, I go to CVS to pickup a few things. The only people in the store are me, the workers and an elderly couple looking at candles. I’m used to waiting in a line so long I can usually get through my whole instagram feed, but today I stroll right up to the pharmacy counter. As I leave, I decide to go down the holiday isle so I can be surrounded by the Halloween decorations, but they have already been replaced with Christmas ornaments and trees. What a bunch of crap.
On the way home, I notice things in my town I’ve never seen before. The coffee shop sells boiled peanuts? Are those any good?
Then I’m home and I feel the urge to write this all down. It’s an ordinary day, but that makes it all the more likely to fizzle away in my mind. I don’t want it to. I like this day so far. It’s random, but typical. I’m on my own schedule. On my own adventure, in a way.