It is hard to keep oneself steady and calm and consistent day after day after day. Especially when all the projects come at the same time, and the oldest child decides that you don't understand him and the middle one is upset because you criticized her art, and the little one just want your attention all the time(and you are not Mom but actually a bear who is supposed to go berry picking), and the roof all of a sudden decided to leak and soccer and ballet are scheduled at the same time, and your husband gets back from work around 9 pm daily...Well, you know....
But then dinner is somehow ready, and everyone is fed, and finally even upstairs in bed, and the fire is so comforting, and the cats come to say that they still think I'm the best, and there is an hour or two of quiet painting.
I have my work table set up , for the first time in many years I have real work space, with shelves and a table of my own, and a lamp and all those fine supplies that have been waiting in boxes. So, I am making things! Making things , painting , felting makes me feel alive. And I am thankful for that.
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