I thought I would go camping this weekend.. 2 to 3 nights, up the lake, boat access only, and bring my paints. Key purpose: get some paintings finished for an upcoming show. With the rainy stormy weather, I realized I was only kidding myself. Yes, I’d go. The wind and rain would play havoc with painting, but I would sit there in my glory enjoying the lightning, taking pride in my anchoring skills as the boat survived the storm, and basically drinking in the beautiful energy of a wind, water, and lightening. But that wouldn’t get the paintings done, now would it?
So I promised myself.. I will paint all weekend at home. I will not let the 187, 486 other important projects interfere… (like the new office chair scattered in pieces beside me waiting to be assembled; or the new promo cards that need to be made. {oh no! they do have to made by Monday if they are going to be back by the show!}; or.. well, the fridge. I’m pretty proud of myself for putting the ‘camping-like food for painting weekend’* in the fridge and consciously warning myself that ‘cleaning out the garbage in there this weekend is against the painting laws.”
*oysters, cheese, crackers, pure raspberry juice, cottage cheese and fruit… mmmmm…” What was I doing shopping? ARen’t I supposed to be painting?
Hey What am I doing here!!!!???????
