My apartment smells like paint....

Oh insomnia. My mortal enemy. So I stay awake in the company of my loved ones. I have been painting a frenzy. I love my zone. Good light, ocean-y scents, and classical music. Set up my canvas, and just get lost in the colors. Almost as good of a feeling as dancing. Dancing, I completely lose myself into that. I can't wait to start my new job. My work shirts make me feel so official. They say "Dance Instructor" on them. Dream come true? Most deff. So I have the job, the passion, a house, a strong Faith, a good car, and an amazing family. What is missing? The dream guy. He's out there, I'm sure. Just have to be patient until he comes. Well, it's gonna happen, happen sometime, maybe this time, I'll win.