Rolling down the work
The roll down on so many pieces of work. Clearly a Friday night is spectacular when you are an introvert single gal. I love the silence all inside the mind and the rocking of the lyrics inside my ears.
Paintbrushes and acrylics gliding and smearing all over tiles and canvases. Bliss. Pure bliss. So much that it takes me back to one line in Legally Blond. I won't say it but pure bliss. Better than anything I could dream of.
And now I am satisfied with what I have started and finished. Still a few projects to finish but a grand start for October. So much more to do.
Already two more commissioned pieces as well as baking requests. Indeed my mind is thankful. Only goodness comes to those who are patient. As though even in this knowledge I can wait longer.
I do not let ego pull me. I don't need recognition for my work. I am just happy to make something. If it gives people smiles, even more grand.
Slowly now my eyes feel heavy and the mind is throbbing. Midnight has come and gone. Soon the soul will need rest.
A gradual decline into deep sleep. The hopes of dreams, good or bad. All that helps me clear my memories. It's the clearing that helps the growth.
No matter what nor who are included in images I just need some open spaces. Sounds quite silly but it's like packing away items you no longer use or storing away things that have no relevance in your current life.
Now to have the clarity and divide, it is very peaceful. Quite a nice experience to have. Too boot is the no need to run to anyone either.
Sure I am independent in the sense of freeing and fleeting but I do need people. And yet I don't say it. I just type it. My reality is here and my daily plans.
Who I am is far more humble than you realize and by far more accommodating than I should be. Yet I don't break too often. But I give and I love too much and even the wrong type of people. Yet I wouldn't exchange the experience to grow.
That is my load to bear. My wall of endurance. Yet I am grateful for all the steps. And tonight I put all my frustration into my work. You can view and if you talk about it then wonderful.
So now sleep is coming. Good night.
Paintbrushes and acrylics gliding and smearing all over tiles and canvases. Bliss. Pure bliss. So much that it takes me back to one line in Legally Blond. I won't say it but pure bliss. Better than anything I could dream of.
And now I am satisfied with what I have started and finished. Still a few projects to finish but a grand start for October. So much more to do.
Already two more commissioned pieces as well as baking requests. Indeed my mind is thankful. Only goodness comes to those who are patient. As though even in this knowledge I can wait longer.
I do not let ego pull me. I don't need recognition for my work. I am just happy to make something. If it gives people smiles, even more grand.
Slowly now my eyes feel heavy and the mind is throbbing. Midnight has come and gone. Soon the soul will need rest.
A gradual decline into deep sleep. The hopes of dreams, good or bad. All that helps me clear my memories. It's the clearing that helps the growth.
No matter what nor who are included in images I just need some open spaces. Sounds quite silly but it's like packing away items you no longer use or storing away things that have no relevance in your current life.
Now to have the clarity and divide, it is very peaceful. Quite a nice experience to have. Too boot is the no need to run to anyone either.
Sure I am independent in the sense of freeing and fleeting but I do need people. And yet I don't say it. I just type it. My reality is here and my daily plans.
Who I am is far more humble than you realize and by far more accommodating than I should be. Yet I don't break too often. But I give and I love too much and even the wrong type of people. Yet I wouldn't exchange the experience to grow.
That is my load to bear. My wall of endurance. Yet I am grateful for all the steps. And tonight I put all my frustration into my work. You can view and if you talk about it then wonderful.
So now sleep is coming. Good night.
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