This is what calm waters, smooth sailing and charming summer days look like. My day, my week, does not resemble this. In fact, if it was a painting, it would resemble an ocean liner hitting a big iceberg and I’m not sure Leonardo is throwing me a life raft.
As my dear imaginary friend Anne Lamott would say Life is Lifey this moment. Plumbing issues in the house that are complicated and costly. Loved ones are going through some challenging times and I can’t make it better. Some big positive changes that I was hoping for myself and my business just got yanked for reasons beyond my control. You know, Tuesday.
I’m not sure what the next move is other than turn the page to Wednesday. Pack an order. Paint something. Reach out to family and friends. What we all do. Keep on keeping on. I notice that it’s these moments, these gullies in life, where I don’t want to paint or write or reach out or do anything nurturing. I like to eat pizza. But I’m experimenting. Because I had to leave the house anyway BECAUSE MY BATHROOM DOES NOT WORK (see paragraph 2), I’m sitting at a cafe, working, emailing, blogging and thinking, what would a wise old friend say?
Honey, it could be worse. Ok, maybe not a warm fuzzy response, but the one I needed. It could be worse. And it will get better. And this creative life isn’t all Insta-charming 24/7 and pipes break and pets get sick and humans are fallible and maybe disappoints are just a re-direct. So go paint some damn boats and cheer yourself up! (Said me to me.) xo
“Emigrant Lake” 8×10″
