Rollin'

Played tennis this morning. About to run errands. I’m rolling this morning. I would tell you what went on at Casa Toler yesterday but am not at all sure I remember.

My mind is on fast forward. Not looking to find pause and most certainly not trying to rewind.

Still painting. It’s calming. I suck at it but I’m happy. Something new to learn; another molehill to climb. I plan my artistic abilities to go from “Oh my goodness who spilled all that paint on that canvass?” to “I see where she was going with that. . . didn’t get there. . . but I see the direction.”

I think it is apt that I live in Phoenix. I feel as if I am continually rising from the ashes of my on issues. Gotta love it.

Peace. Progress.