The real voyage of discovery
consists not in seeking new landscapes,
but in having new eyes.
- Marcel ProustIt is so true that we paint what we feel
and not necessarily what we see.
Day 23 (yesterday) was an ok day.
Nothing extraordinary, but sometimes,
having an ok day is good enough for me.
Day 24, however... not so good.
Long story short: work was hell.
One of those days where I see
all the injustices
and the greed.
If there is one thing in life
that grinds my fucking gears -
And this place bleeds greed.
I'm sure you've all had those days.
I came home tonight
not knowing whether i wanted a warm bath
or a punching bag
or my journal
or a walk outside
or just to flop myself in front of the tv
and not move until bedtime.
Slowly, i had a decent meal,
watched a bit of tv,
then put on some zen music,
lit a candle,
and painted today's self portrait.
Right after i post this,
i'm going to write a bit in my journal.
Just thinking about that makes me feel better.
I am so behind on visiting all your blogs
and although I'd love to see your lovely art tonight,
i will wait until I feel a little more rested.
A little less frustrated.
A little more grateful
and a little more like myself.
Big bear hugs to all of you.