I have noticed lately that I am having trouble putting color into my work. It's becoming a bigger problem, not a smaller one. I think that I might just have too much on my mind lately. I guess I'm starting to see the world in shades of gray instead of all the vibrant colors that I normally see when I'm energized and enthusiastic. I think it has to do with that fact that so many people I know are dying recently. It's no one that I've been close to, but people I went to school with that I saw day to day back when we were kids. It's a bit depressing and it's getting me to thinking about how I live my life or rather, how I DON'T live it. I just exist lately. Life is precious, why am I wasting it?