Coming Alive Again
I know that I still have a long way to go and may never be really over the loss of my husband, but this morning I started to feel like I'm waking up again. Yesterday was a teary day from start to finish. Today I feel hopeful. I looked around and saw things that I really wanted to do.
I hadn't even been realizing that the inside of the microwave had become splattered but today I noticed. It felt good to be scrubbing it clean again. And that was the beginning.
I have started the painting. I have the canvas covered with paint, a background splotchy covering. It's a very different kind of painting for me. I feel good about trying this even if it turns out that I can't pull it off. If nothing else, I will learn something and I'll have more practice. I have this silly notion that everything I paint should be the best. However, I know that every dud I paint will help me learn more about technique and will move me closer to the desired best that I'm aiming for.
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You are an incredibly strong and wise lady.