The week of doodles, May is here! Oh May, the month of birthdays. I get to look forward to that but more. And Mother’s day in the U.S, and just on the cusp of Summer. Bright blue skies and tanned skin. There is always nostalgia in May, the akin to every childhood memory. The end of the school year, the start of summer. Anyway, you all feel it too.
May: maybe full of slugs again. You know, slow down, mates. I mean it! If turtles in April couldn’t make you slow down, then surely slugs will. Date doodles!Oh, turtles again. One last little turtle.
Ugh, I don’t know what I’m doing, but I keep slugging along. Still a slug. I wish I were invincible but being a slug is close to being invincible, unless someone sees you slithering on a sidewalk and pours salt all over you to watch you die. I think that would be okay.
Shameful slug. So worried about the thoughts, judgements of others and what others perceive you… it’s okay! they don’t know progress and growth, they’re a bunch of ass hats anyway. They don’t even see the amount you are progressing and growing. All they know is they don’t know! You’re small and quiet so how could they?
It may be slow moving for you, but you’re getting there. Don’t fret ugh slug. You have a tender heart, that sees all the good in people. But they’re not. Watch out next time. Stick to yourself, you’re the only one who can push you, slither you into the right direction.
And if you have to start again tomorrow, start again. Leave behind the voices, leave the past behind you. You can do it ugh slug.
Sluggish. I’ve turned into a slug, oh no an ugh slug… Cold, rain, the end of the week, usually all those combinations turn me into a slug. As well as poor eating (holiday foods), poor sleepin’, and poorly overworked this week have done me in. I’m okay with it. I’m a happy little slug. Just slugging along, taking my time, not going to overdue or overthink it anymore today! because I’ve already overdone it. That’s why I’m a slug!!
Tomorrow I’ll draw a slug brain because that’s a whole other area of sluggishness. Day dreamin’ whole scenarios that haven’t happened, may not happen, probably won’t happen because now I’m just a slug and there’s absolutely no way now it’ll ever happen. I’m an inch long now. Watch out you don’t step on me!