It's all good

I was not thinking of painting today. I was taking care of stuff. I made some new appointments and changed one. I paid bills and balanced my checkbook. I had a freak out first thing in the morning because of a charge to my card that I didn’t recognize and hadn’t authorized. It turned out OK. The charge was for tolls on the Mass Pike. Fast Lane was automatically replenishing my account.

I can’t remember the last time they charged me. I’m not on toll roads very often.

Anyway, it was Monday. There was a list of things to do and I was in a do mode. Just as I had that thought, I looked at the time and realized I can make it to the painting group if I drop everything and go. I put together my travel kit. I took a few sheets of blank paper as I didn’t even have time to sketch something to work on. It was rather peaceful at class and I painted for about an hour and a half.

So...Do you think I’m going to tell you that I just walked away my desk and felt serene and creative? That I stepped into the zone? That I gave myself over to delight in the sensations of dragging a brush across a surface? Do you think I was absorbed and energized by the experience?

Weelll, not exactly. I have to admit I was not at my best. But I did show up. I did distract myself. I did create something from nothing, and I have something to post on the blog. It’s all good.