I’ve been having a rough time lately, between tooth aches, crazy kids, stressful work projects and other typical life stuff. This painting idea has been in my head for a while now, and the other night I REALLY needed some art therapy so I curled up in bed and started doodling. It helped quite a bit, it always does.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my dream job. I suppose I always do. But it would be so wonderful to be able to draw and paint, and make beautiful things for a living. It’s just not realistically in the cards right now, but maybe it will be someday? You know, when the house is paid off and the kids are grown and I invent that free-time-generating-machine and the stars all align just right. Then I can sit around and create to my hearts content, and it won’t matter that no one buys my artwork because I’ll be the happiest person in the world.

Until then I’ll just keep plugging away at this whole real-life thing I’ve got going. It’s a good little life.