|on my desk this week|
a birthday infusion
When life jerked me senseless
I didn't really want to paint.
But I really wanted to paint angels.
And so it goes, the chatter in my head that never seems to stop.
I wanted to deep clean this house. That always helps.
But I didn't want to clean this house.
I wanted to start developing a new online class. Any one of my class ideas would be great.
But I didn't want to develop a class.
I wanted to start preparing for the rose garden of my day dreams.
But I didn't want to dig in the dirt.
I wanted to visit friends.
But I didn't want to leave my house.
I use to say, all I really want to do when I retire is be at home. I just wanted to be at home because I had so many day dreams about what I wanted to do if I could just be at home.
Now I was home.
But everything I wanted to do seemed too huge . To much . More than I could handle. Overwhelming.
So, I started painting angels through the month of December.
Today, I'm thinking I'm ready to start painting angels again.
Note: This is the fourth installment of How the infusion of San Miguel may have effected me which started November 19th.