Have you ever had one of those days? I have. Yesterday. A totally unexpected emotional face-plant of a day. The tragic part is that my day started out on such a high note. Poodle and I got up early and went for a five mile run before work, and I was going to run another seven after work. It was going to be a very productive day, and I was planning on feeling well accomplished by the time I went to bed.
Was there something "off" in the air yesterday? My train didn't just fall off the tracks, it FLEW off the tracks. I had to go home early. Bleh. (As a side note, I like to listen to music while I paint and I am not embarrassed to admit I have been on a John Denver kick for about a week. Last night, while drafting this post, John sang, "Sometimes I fly like an eagle, and sometimes I'm deep in despair." Right there with you, pal. That was my day in a nutshell.)
Anyway, I had some extra time on my hands yesterday and no, I did not use it to run those seven miles. Poodle has a cut on her foot so I didn't want to take her, and I wasn't comfortable leaving her alone for that long. Instead, I painted. By the time I went to bed I had worked out what I hope will be a clever way to hang some of the pieces in my festival booth, had drafted a temporary business card, and there were eight paintings in the works spread all over my kitchen.
And today has been a better day.