Hurricane season 2018 has been a mother shucker.
Turning hurricane to oyster season, mixing paints instead of drinks to calm my soul-grateful here but worried for friends finding gritty sand in their teeth and no pearls today.
When I feel like...
Go!Go!Go!...like that frantic crab on the beach...zipping this way and that, desperate for a hole to dart in and disappear...that's when I paint. Sometimes I feel like a CRAzyB with my pincers out, fighting all I have to do vs. all I want to do.I have a small business to run, and I love it, but I also love to paint. I also love to cook breakfast rather than have the kids grab a bowl of cereal. I like to drive them to their activities. I like to make time for friends. I actually enjoy mowing the yard and weeding (though it was punishment growing up). I make dinner every night because I enjoy family time at the dinner table. I sit on a few boards for causes I care about. I have a community garden plot (albeit is rather wimpy looking in produce these days) and I have lots of ideas of things I want to paint. Lots. I know I am the one who CHOOSES to scurry around like a CRA(capital)B. I know I turn into someone I don't want to when it all comes to a head. I need to commit less, but I love doing all I do....I just want to be able to sleep faster....that would be gold! Actually, I love to sleep, so that's not going to be something I spend less time on. I just need to sometimes remember that I CHOOSE this busy life, so I should make sure that B stands for Beauty and paint my way through!
Below are some of my crabby moments!