Well, we all know we get what we expect. So the title of this post is just what I expect. The greatest, for my highest good, as well as for my daughter. I am enjoying myself more these days. Somehow (gee, I wonder?) I became a tightly wound ball of string that began fraying and it scared me. But something has shifted. I began creating, I am taking a class I didn't even know existed, but of which I had the subject heavy on my mind for a month or two. It is about drawing faces, fun, pretty, female faces.