So I'm going through changes, yet again.
I'm finding myself becoming the mother hen of my group. I really don't mind that, not one bit. I like looking out for everybody.
I'll get slammed with the occasional wave of sadness. It's the holidays, after all. Most of my family is dead. The rest is far away. Was looking forward to Christmas with mom, but she's in Texas so that puts a damper on things.
But I'm working, slowly getting my inspiration back ... and getting, surprise, social! I mean, I'm used to being a recluse to some extent, so this is rather nice. I like my time alone, but I also adore the company of others. And these people are amazing.
There are some nights when I'll find myself waking up cuddling my pillow or blanket. I guess it's a reflex longing. After all, I spent the last four years tangled up with somebody in bed and waking up in uncomfortable pretzels. It's going to be a year in three months. I'm happy, very happy, now that I'm doing my own thing with confidence.
And these friends I'm making ... it's filling an empty space. I feel so much better about myself.
I think coming out a a furry has been the best thing I could have done.
Mind you, for all my jokes, my sex innuendos, my quirky behaviors and peculiar antics, there is no differentiation between myself and Windra. We're the same. There are moments of being sporadic and good-humored, there are moments of being blunt and down-to-earth. I'm not masquerading as something I want to be ... I am me, and I'm not afraid to show it.
As fa as Scarlet and Naira are concerned ... well, they best represent my dual nature, I suppose.