Missing my sweet peachfronted conure, Courtney, who lived to be 29 years & 11 months, a great old age for his species. In this photo, he gets photobombed by Boobear, the white-faced cockatiel who is an attention hog.
Tomorrow is my birthday, and reflecting back on all these years I feel I need to make a concerted effort to do the things I always day dream about but never act on.
Art is one example.
I just get so easily disheartened. I feel if I just had like a good "course" to follow, reteach myself the basics that I had forgotten over the years, I'd feel more inclined to improve.