Most days I have been in my studio working by 9. It’s been days since I’ve been physically able to get into my studio due to a nasty fall. I’m on the mend but slowly.... and painfully.
Until I can get into my space, work, paint, create and put magic to canvas, I feel uneasy. The need, the desire to create is all consuming. Each night I hope I’ll wake in the morning with a useful leg and zero pain moving. Each morning, I don’t. I do feel a bit less frazzled trying to organize my chaotic circus of a life because I’m forced to sit and rely on others. Not my idea of a fun time.