We are all just doing the best we can


Trying to figure out how to simplify and even allow myself to make things I don’t love and not paint over them. Lol.

Trying to figure out how to simplify and even allow myself to make things I don’t love and not paint over them. Lol.

This weekend , we got a art table for our front room. Don’t be jealous. It’s nothing fancy. Just a long folding table…that you can get anywhere but it proved to be magical around here.
you see my little studio behind the front door has become a school center for my oldest. The rest of the room is a playroom tbh.

Anyways, this morning I went downstairs and worked on the new folding table with ms. Cat. We watched the birds. Later I had my monthly pandemic breakdown with the hubby. Made some coffee…which was mostly creamer (but that’s another story), signed up for a poetry course and woke the kids for school (downstairs).

My heart felt so tender. I told my hubby that this is hard. It does not always feel hard but some days the weight of it feels endless. And it’s scary.

I think of all the people I truly depend on to make my life work these days and I have just gratitude for them. And I think of myself showing up. And my Family and friends. we are all Swimming through this glorious and messy thing.

and

This table. Plastic. Flimsy.

Magical all the same.

And

We are here…that is still a miracle. And we feel all the things…that is a miracle, too.

I played with some watercolors this morning. Just a simple painting I didn’t even like but I said I would do it…show up and paint…so here I am.

The table is always waiting. All I can do is say yes. Bring what is inside of me forth. As messy and incomplete as it is…this is enough of an offering for today.

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