Glue It Tuesday.
I get up every single morning and get dressed to paint. Throw on one of my messy, painty t-shirts coupled with one of my well worn pairs of sweat pants and I assume that no matter what else happens I will get to spend at least part of my day following my creative pursuits. This after all is how I help contribute to our income. It is my job. And some days when I am really lucky, that means I can be creative all day and well into the evening.
It is easy to think that it sounds like this should be a simple thing to do, after all it's not rocket science, that creating isn't after all a 'real' job but some days, when the ideas refuse all my efforts to bring them forth or when an idea does; ends up failing miserably and I am forced to start over, I know that it is all part of the process and I accept that, in fact I embrace it because I know that if I'm struggling it means I've shown up, on days when nothing works and I'm still slinging paint, it means I was present, I stuck with it and sometimes sticking with it is what it takes to get around the dark corners that we encounter from time to time in our lives. I rounded a corner and this little gem was waiting for me. This journal page made my entire day 'shine'. C'mon, get your happy on!!!!!
I love that such simple things fill me with such happiness. As I finished it I wanted to run outside and jump in a pile of leaves. I wanted to call all my friends and tell them that if they truly want to find happiness to grab a paintbrush and a bottle of paint.
I sometimes wonder if there isn't something wrong with me. I wonder why it is that such simple things make me so happy. Why I get so excited when I walk by the aisles of paint chips in a hardware store? I wonder why I have to stop and just stand there for a minute and stare at them. Think about all the stories they could bring to a canvas. Yeah, in truth I'll admit that lots of stuff in my daily life brings me happiness and fullness. I am proud of my daughter's. I have a wonderful husband. Our life is good; if not perfect. We've come through a lot of rough patches and the bruises we carry are proof that we are in it, to win it. But when it comes right down to it, I am happiest when I'm slinging paint, when I'm lost in myself. When I'm digging through the stuff going on in my head, chipping away the darkness, tunneling towards the light, going straight through my heart. Good things happen when I remain true to myself.
Find what you know is 'true' for yourself and then stick with it like glue.