I have no idea how I'm still upright. I went to bed early last night but got caught up in a good book. Then later I couldn't sleep and tossed and turned all night. Finally after 3 am did I get some shut eye.
I started sketching again... a guy on my Google+ account posted a beautiful photo of a little girl on a paddle board at the beach with the sun setting. It inspired me to pick up my sketchpad again in... 8 years? Something like that. I think I'll finish it soon. It's challenging me again and I love it.
I also found my old journal of poems, thoughts, and idle writing. Here's what I wrote for today:
"I am coming closer to that Zen - where I get comfortable in my own skin; where I learn calm and patience, things ephemeral I never had. I am coming closer to finding balance and equilibrium inside my internal pendulum, swinging gently of learning... that the greatest gift is love to oneself, the greatest trust is to oneself, and the greatest respect is to oneself."
It feels good to be creative again.
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