#sinplicity

built for me.

Credit: @risfloat

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YSL in Paris www.sketchonista.com

I used to be a stringy, 16-year-old kid who painted my high school classrooms as a summertime job. Made minimum wage, rode to work in the morning with my Dad who also worked there as a custodian. I'd grab yesterday's still-wet paint brushes from the break room fridge, stuffed in a plastic bag, and head to whatever room I was currently working on. Crank up the box fan to combat my school's then-lack of air conditioning, crank up my FM radio a bit higher, and lose myself in the most boring of paint colors. Boring comes in many shades, unfortunately. Looong, slow strokes with the brush along the trim. Then switching to the roller, careless passes in any direction, making swift progress after such detailed work with the brush. I came home every day with paint in my hair, paint on my face, paint on my glasses. I ruined countless t-shirts those summers wiping paint off my hands. Never spilled though - I did good work. Promise ;) It was the most soothing work I've ever done. I was left by myself, alone with my thoughts at a time when my mind wasn't filled with bills, work, insurance, appointments, stress, stress, stress. My thoughts were golden, weightless dreams of working as a medical professional, traveling, meeting the man of my dreams, playing collegiate volleyball. I have accomplished a lot since those teenage years and have learned things about life that I never would have imagined. Have even endured some really heavy loads. Those days were so sweet, so innocent; such peace inside my mind. I often wonder if I'll ever get it back, if I can ever return to the stillness of being a 16-year-old, makes-minimum-wage painter. It's just too bad that it can't stay that simple.

If someone looks you in the eyes and tells you they love you, you better believe them.