Time Marches On
It’s been a rough few weeks but time marches on. I think that must be a good thing. If it stopped, it would allow us way too much time to think and focus on negative things. And wallow. We would wallow like pigs in mud and get all nasty and dirty. While pigs do this to cool off, we do it because we cover our wounds and hide from the world.
So I have worked hard which has led me to the point of exhaustion. I have actually been able to sleep lately. That is uncommon for me. I have enjoyed sleeping. I have also enjoyed painting. It is a way for me just FOCUS. I don’t have to do anything but focus on the moment, the paint and the canvas. That is nice. I can have a tv or radio on, but I can focus solely on getting something on that canvas. It helps.
I haven’t cried in the last few days either. I have been proud of that. I have lost my temper more than once, though. I’m trying to control that. But no tears fell from my eyes. I was very proud of that. I wish that I had a punching bag, though. That would help with the anger.
Time marches on. It also heals.