This is why I paint. The feeling behind that grin. Not a good look, I’m weather bedraggled and woke up in the grip of a painting frenzy that stopped any notion of personal grooming. But that’s the ‘her’ I long to be the rest of the time. The grin of delight that says: “worked hard, pleased for once!”.
This is why I put up with being underwhelmed by myself most of the time. For anyone else who chases these moments regularly, you’ll completely understand. Everyone has felt
Happy New Year to one and all! I'm guessing I'm not alone in these feelings: New Years Eve comes along and the countdown approaches, and I have a slight panic while clutching at the bubbly about all the things I haven't got round to doing in the year about to end. Then, when the singing of Auld Lang Syne finishes, I start to feel like my tail is on fire, and there's not a second to lose in regard to the New Year to-to list. 2018 holds some exciting times, of that I'm sure. F