same thoughts, different day

I have some friends coming over to paint tonight. It's a shame, I haven't picked up a brush since the last time they were here. I've missed it and am looking forward to getting messy again, that is, until I begin. It's not that I'm intimidated, rather when I look at a blank canvas all I see is someone else's vision and I struggle to silence their voices and find my own. I'm still trying to be ok with borrowing their vision for a while until I can find my own. Adam assures me, I'm not alone in these thoughts, that every artist must slowly find their way.



Adam has put aside his books during his morning "me time" and started sketching instead. I know he's been discouraged by letting his talent get pushed to the side while so many other things take it's place. It's so easy to do, loose time, I wonder why we let it happen? I guess life just moves along too quickly and we dance around putting out the fires instead of consciously deciding where to go next....before we know it we're no where near where/who we thought we'd be.

I'm on a quest to slow life down. To appreciate where I am, to appreciate where I've been. I think I have a problem focusing too much on the future, on the next thing instead of enjoying the here and now. I started taking pictures to document my life for the very purpose of making myself mindful and appreciative of what each day holds. Regardless of how busy we can be, or how quickly life moves, I think there is always time to stop and smell the roses.

You just have to want it.
Like all things, much easier said than done.