Tealight candles burn. My fingers pulse. The itch has been released.I have been imagining myself painting, slowly preparing everything in my mind for tonight. I let loose. My canvas is whatever I find that is free and paintable. Really.
In other news,
I missed my convention today.
Woke at 5:25 AM only to come back home at 6:30.
I felt like I'd lied to myself and everyone. I cried for five minutes.
Prayer has a way of helping you let things go. Especially when you make an
unintentional mistake.
The day went on. Life doesn't stop, just because we feel like our heart has.
Our heart couldn't have stopped...because if it did we would probably at the very least be unconscious. I am grateful for the peace I experienced today nonetheless. I painted a lot. All over my bedroom window. I vacuumed and broke a old cabinet in my room apart. How spacious my boudoir is. (Next step, strip the carpet. It is coming.) I helped a friend. I made a new friend. I calmed down. Tomorrow, I cannot make the same mistake as today. I have a bus to catch. A new adventure to find. I wish I felt I could share this in full with you, but you wouldn't appreciate it.
Life alters now. People change. Places change. Perception changes. I'm growing to like this new layer of skin. Smooth. Comforted. Informed. Relaxed. Are you ready?
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