Art calls

I find myself wanting to paint. Just sit down and start yet parts of me says no.  Pieces where I ask myself if I started when would be my finishing time?

Usually it's hours beyond hours before I look up and realize that six or seven hours have passed.

Today was a longing look at my brushes. I told myself just five more days of work and then I have time to relax.

First though is recovery after seven days straight of 5 to 10 hrs of work each day. I hope I make it. I really don't know how I managed four jobs, being a mom and wife in the past.

No surprise when I crashed for a day or two.  But now I crash for days and still feel like a bus and a train ran over me. Yet I keep on trekking.

And now I am just relaxing. Listening to the bubbles pop in in my Coca-Cola can. It's interesting what you hear when no sound is shaking the room. Plus it helps to have my hearing aid out. I can focus on simple things.

As much as I want to paint tonight, it's too late. So taming myself is hard. When art calls I usually don't ignore it. Smirking.

But tonight I will. Just a short day tomorrow. 7 hours. It's goodness for sure.

Now just relaxing more and to the eucalyptus mint oil seated next to me on the table. Soon I will be sleepy enough. Perhaps a grand night to end a day that gave me plenty of surprise.

One can hope.

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