Today started out sucky and ended in the best possible way I could hope for.
I had one of the worst nights of the year, full of confusing and emotionally intense dreams which caused me to wake up intermittently throughout the night.
This, in turn, ended up keeping me from waking up when I wanted to, and I ended up not getting the work done that I wanted to get done during the rest of the day.
I was so emotionally drained that I thought this week was doomed to failure.
Now I know differently.
I try to make it a point not to force my religion down others' throats, but this is an exception.
I know for a fact that God is watching out for me, and I'll explain that in a minute.
First, to the sketches!
I watched more Kekkaishi on Hulu while eating breakfast today.
It's not a very good series in terms of animation or general script or storyline, but it keeps me intrigued enough for me to continue watching it,
and every once in a while it stumbles on a plot that particularly grabs my attention.
Today it was Episode 5, in which Yomi the demon tamer reveals her past involving her demon Yoki.
It was actually somewhat touching when you see them meet and bond for the first time, so much so that I had to draw a little fanart of it.
Yoki is an adorable derpy demon. ^^
Below that little tidbit of anime geekdom is Mr. Southern Drawl Cat, who used to live upstairs, and would peek over the porch and say in his best southern drawl, "mayow" over and over again.
It was adorable.
I don't know where he is now.
I miss him.
Today I was a hot mess again, so my friend Lilly came to cheer me up with taiyaki (the Japanese waffle-like cakes filled with various tasties, like red bean paste or ice cream, or in this case, both.
It's my all-time favorite dessert, and it was amazing that she thought to do that for me.
I'm also wearing one of my sister's old shirts that she gave me... sort of like a security blanket.
Upon reading some words from a good friend of mine, I got this image in my head that I just had to draw.
I like it so much that I really want to take it a step further and turn it into a full-fledged illustration or painting.
Toss that in the to-do pile.
Now for the good stuff.
I must admit to you, that although I may fervently tell you I fear nothing, there are a couple things I do fear in this world.
No, I'm not telling you what they are.
But I will tell you that at the moments when I'm feeling my worst, and these fears start creeping in on me again, pulling me down into an inky darkness,
God blesses me with the best of gifts:
I was feeling extremely worn down from yesterday and this morning, and after my best friend came over to eat dinner and bowl cake (which I just now decided to call "Blake") while watching Adventure Time on Cartoon Network, I started to feel much better.
What made me feel even more up to par was a wonderful and very kind note that my friend Reed sent to me.
Basically, he told me everything I needed to hear in a matter of sentences, and brought me right back out of my funk.
To know that I am remembered by my friends, and still make an impact on their lives, even from so far away, is the most important thing in the world to me, and the little things they do for me is all the payment I need to sustain me.
It's moments like these that keep me going, that keep me living and thriving.
I have a feeling this will be a wonderful week.
And now I need a tissue.
Thank you all, my friends.
You've all been there for me when I need it the most, and I count myself among the richest people in the world.
To quote It's A Wonderful Life, "Remember, no man is a failure who has friends."
It's so very true.
I love you all.
You make me what I am, and you are the reason I keep going.
Without you, I don't know where I'd be, what I'd do, or who I'd be.
So thank you,
a million times over,
until the end of the earth, sea, and sky,
Believe me when I say I love you.
Emily J Sampson