What is that saying that a clean house is a sign of a wasted life??? Ha! You’d think I’d be living this crazy social life. And actually, I’ve barely left the house. But life has certainly not been wasted here either. But today I’m throwing down the gauntlet and duct taping my muse to the chair in the corner so I can get this place organized.
It had been a couple days since I created any art and though I expected to make some during the holidays, I didn’t expect the outcome I got on Christmas eve.
Truth be told, though I posted on Christmas eve that I was planning on having a quiet, peaceful Christmas (which it was), I didn’t expect the sadness/lonliness that kicked in on the 24th (I typically write my posts the day before). Christmas day has never been big in my family but Christmas eve was when it all happened. And though I’ve been away plenty of times from my family on the holidays and some holidays I’ve been completely alone, I found myself feeling melancholy knowing that David would be sleeping off his night shift all day and I would essentially be alone. It would be too quiet.
So I turned to my new coping mechanism – painting. And I went crazy like no other day completing 8 pieces in 10 hours! It really helped soothe my soul, I no longer felt sad and actually felt thrilled with all the new pieces I made.
And so the house is a mess, there are a million little scraps of paper on the floor and lots of dishes to be done. Big deal. I will spend today getting it back in order and can get back to “work” tomorrow.
How was your holiday?