Once upon a time there was a lot of time; I heard that phrase from when I was little. My mom said it to me. Now I think about that, and I want to make every second count. I sat, playing a mind-numbing, game on my tablet. Sometimes, I don’t want think about anything, besides winning that game. It helps, I suppose, to relieve some stress, but I think of all the hours I’ve wasted doing it. I’m trying to do more for my mind, body, and soul, that will make me feel like I’m accomplishing something, and still not be as stressed. Painting has become one of my new joys, and being able to paint with Owen, makes it even better. Every day he asks to paint. He helps me paint the backgrounds of our artwork, with a hand, over hand method. Some days he asks to paint, and he is really wanting to do it; other days it’s more about the steps after painting, which is bath time. Occasionally, he will ask to paint a church. “Let’s paint a church”, he will say. I showed him that he could paint a church, using shapes he knows. The other day, he painted his first non-church painting. I asked him what he wanted to paint; he said, “bubbles”, but when we started to paint, he changed his mind, wanting to paint a church again. I told him that bubbles were circles, and he could make as many as he wanted. He filled up the whole canvas. We still did the hand, over hand method, but he did all the motions. I tell him that he can do anything, if he sets his mind to it. I don’t want him to see boundaries, I want him to know possibilities. I have to remember myself of this. I will tell myself that something can’t be done, because it’s easier to not do it. Life is too short; once upon a time, and that time is now. We can wait are whole lives to live, or we can live every day to the fullest. Be inspired by your surroundings, and grow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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