Today is my 41st birthday.
It’s been a long strange year since the completion of my 365 day challenge. While I haven’t kept up with a daily creative practice I’ve found that when I do get an artistic urge it’s much easier to delve in. That’s not to say I don’t have scary days when my critic is loud enough to make it hard to think straight but I continue on regardless.
My first hours into my 42 year I got out a paint brush and painted a lovely yellow wash with red splashes of color on the first page of a journal I’d made by hand a couple weeks ago and left it to dry while I went to the gym. When I got home Isabella greeted me by speaking over her shoulder, “Hi Mommy, happy birthday. I’m making you something so you can’t come over here.” And on the wall into the kitchen was a hand drawn balloon that Quinton had made for me. Roses and birthday decorations were scattered around our main floor.
The next couple of hours I played games with Isabella, took a long hot shower, then snuggled with Quinn reading aloud to him. The kids and I took the dogs for a walk to the park in the rain and we all got completely soaked. And then made cookies together. When Derek came home early to cook me a birthday dinner I had a blissful hour to myself.
Not all of the day was rosy but really, what day is? The kids fought, I wanted more time to myself to continue painting, it rained and rained and then rained some more. In fact it’s still raining. However I don’t want to focus on the negative things because what made today great … that’s what I want to remember.
Every day is a brand new start.