Journaling and Painting

In an unusual turn of events several aspects of my life have been hectic and hard, but somehow haven’t been depleting me. Instead they are wearing me into a soft and pliant art machine.

To my amazement, I’m too tired to even fight myself!

So when I come home, I draw – or write – or both. It’s lovely!

I’d be thrilled, but I’m too tired to do much about it, other than use exclamation points. Somewhere on the inside I am squealing and careening around in ecstasy.

But at this moment I’m just looking forward to dinner, and petting my kitties.

This is from my art book.


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