I don’t think I realized how important creating was for me, until this evening.
Which isn’t to say that I’ve ignored creativity or creative expression in my life. Quite the contrary. I have always loved it and craved making things with my hands. I took every single art class I could as a kid, even going so far as to attend art camps over the summer. My very first business was craft based. And I have dabbled in graphic design on more than one occasion.
But tonight, after a pretty challenging afternoon with The Babe, I sat down to write some thank you notes. I’ve been playing around with hand lettering and am trying to infuse a little drawing into the notes.
After writing and embellishing five different thank you notes, I feel totally back to center.
The anger and frustration have melted away.
The jitteriness has dissipated.
And I feel wrapped up in a deep sense of calm.
Now, if only I could remember to reach for the Sharpies the next time I’m feeling annoyed and off-center. THAT would be a freakin’ miracle.