I've been absent the last couple of days because my dad had back surgery today, which went well by the way. Please continue to pray for his recovery. Thanks Ocean Dreamers!
And...the following three little words hit me. PMS. Yes, the three evil letters. They make me go quite insane in my mind, crying and feeling emotions I never want to feel once a month. So, instead of going mad, I thought I should just give my little blog a break. I wanted to spare you all from my irrational thoughts. I bet you are thanking me just about now. ;)
So lately I have been thinking just as life is a process of learning, that art is exactly the same way. You can't rush it. You see, so many times I analyze why I am a certain way. Why am I crying my eyes out tonight? What in the world made that so lame and irritating? Why am I lonely? Why can't I have more friends who love me for me? Woah, pity party alert. No body likes that and so I put an end to that right away. Out comes the watercolor and paint brush!
So many questions plague my mind and it all comes down the fact that everything takes time. Everything requires patience. I can't solve everything at once. I have to wait things out and learn that life, well, uh, is a process. As frustrating as that may seem, and even though I have no idea where I am headed sometimes, I have to allow God to fill in the blanks. Believe me, he creates amazing rainbows if you let Him.
The canvas may start blank. It may even consist of a splash of pink.
But then an idea sparks and something you may be going through may get a little brighter instead of a bit darker. You have started to sweetly surrender.
You work on that friendship that you think went down the drain. You take a new class to discover a new passion, ie Interior Design for me. My class starts on the 31st! Yay! Or...you fall in love. Or...you fall out of love. Whatever happens, you become a better you, with nothing getting you down.
Life seems to be getting a bit brighter when you get out of your pity party. Believe me, this was therapy for me tonight.
With each passing turn and stroke of your paintbrush, you think of new ideas and new attributes that make you special. You are unique. Let nobody tell you otherwise.
If someone breaks your heart, you start over. Move over fear! If you are sick of your career, where you live, or need to just get away, you paint and you paint until you find the right colors for you. Trust me, I've been there. Still am.
But whatever happens...you don't lose hope. You keep painting, you keep smiling, and you keep coloring in the pieces of your life. Life may seem dull and not worth it sometimes, but as you color in the missing lines and shapes, something may excite you. The word apathetic disappears as you begin to reach beyond the frustration and pain to find bigger, better, and brighter colors.
You understand and embrace the process of art.
In case you were wondering, you also may pick up a beautiful and glamorous dress in the process, one that will never fade and the colors just get brighter and brighter!!