Staring over is a theme. We walk away from where we were and take another path that leads us to a new beginning. I walked away from writing for a long time. I miss it. I miss sorting out my crazy.
I picked up a paint brush again for the first time since high school in 2009. I managed a few canvases before I put the brush away again. Since I moved East, I set up the easel in the spare room and although I started a painting right away, it sat untouched for nearly a year after that. I’ve moved the easel to the dining room, in full view to inspire me to pick up the brush again. It still sits untouched but now is a constant reminder that I have failed to do so. I miss painting. I miss turning on the music and getting lost in the notes and the colour.
I have a list that is never ending. I write it with the expectation that I can accomplish it realistically in a day. I wrote a list today by example with that thought in mind, and then I labelled it “this week.” Here it is 1:30pm and the list sits on my desk. Nothing has been marked off.
I need to get back in the groove. I miss writing. I miss painting. I miss spending time with me. It all starts with a step. Tackle the branches not the trees or as my beautiful cousin Susan says, sometimes you need to start with the twigs.
So here is is. A twig! A place to begin again.
The Other Side of Counting to Ten 