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The Art of Progress

I've become painfully aware of time since the pandemic started. Not that I was unaware of it before. After the shell shock of everything wore away I realized it was time to pick up the reins to my life and actually drive a path. Not just meander and hope the winds would blow me where I wanted to go. And not let a lot of unhappy circumstances remain unchanged. I made a lot of changes, some of which I won't go into. 

But the ones I will:

 I started Metabolic Renewal again and am well on my way to crying about how sore my body is as I transform into a fitter, healthier version of myself.

I started playing bass again and actually properly training my fingers and am in the process of writing again.

I started painting back up. I started business back up. Commissions and art shows and letting creativity fly from my fingers once again.

Work in progress


Gardening- a joy I could never indulge in much because I had no yard of my own...I now get to find therapy in. Sunshine and soil and laboring to make new life appear from the ground- is a wonderful thing!

Strawberry plant!

Finding joy in life and making things happen that I felt necessary to my well being is where I'm at right now. I spent so long just laboring to make ends meet that I forgot the point to all the labor wasn't just more labor... but actually enjoying the fruits of your labor. 

My life is in flux, a lot of it is personal business I won't be hashing online. I love all the people in my world just like I always have and that will remain unchanged. I feel like if your spirit is elevated you lose a lot of the judging and taking of sides. You don't try to stay attached to things that are constantly in motion and flowing. You accept and flow with it. 

"Be Water ,My Friend" was more than just a cute Bruce Lee quote- but an actual good piece of advice to the way of living.

So now I am flowing and letting things flow. Looking forward to sharing new art and possibly music with you here. Hopefully my body keeps up with all the activities I'm trying to accomplish -and my heart does too.

Be Water, my friends- and thanks for rowing along on this boat with me.



 

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