What's the rush?

I had an idea of painting a path picture really small, 5"x7".  I thought it would be good for a gift I wanted to give. Well, I made a really loose sketch. Really loose. Then proceeded to make four attempts to paint this little scene. None of them felt right. I tossed the pics into my picture storage bin
and moved on. I would paint on the back of the paper.

I noticed that I went thru this process so fast. The whole thing happened in about 3 minutes ...no not really, more like an hour, but I was not connected to what I was doing; hand and eye disconnect.

So when I was rummaging thru the bin several days later, I was so surprised to find them. I had completely forgotten about them. What was interesting to me was reassessing the lot as I had previously rejected them all. Did I still feel the same way about them now? Probably. I don't remember the specifics. I still wasn't going to use any as a gift. But before I toss them, I'm going to check out each one and just go crazy and grab some other materials; ink, oil pastel, gesso....wherever the impulse leads, just to see what may happen. Nothing to lose. Why would I do this with these almost-got-recycled pics? I won't give them away. I won't use them for a gallery show. I'm going to do that because it's an opportunity to try something different. To play. What a lovely thought.