Funk

I’ve been in a funk lately. I’m sure it has to do with my being out of commission and in pain most of last week with my pelvis being out of whack and my root canal through my old root canal. I made time this morning (after going to the gym for the first time in a week – yay!) to walk just Bailey. Walking two dogs on leash is not nearly as wonderful as one. Bailey and I used to walk for hours in the mornings. That hasn’t happened in a long time and while this morning was only a few minutes it soothed me and gave me time to think.

I realized part of my funk is I’m not creating. The power that comes from a daily creation has been lost. You’d think after my 365 days straight of some artist adventure and how wonderful I felt (most of the time) I would never have let it slip away. But this morning woke me up. I’m missing a valuable aspect of what makes me thrive. Time to renew the commitment to myself, as well as the reminder that it doesn’t have to be big or amazing. With that in mind . . . here’s a start of the first tangle I’ve done in a long time.

Tangle