Earlier today, I looked out the window and everything looked gray and wet. Yet, the sky kinda’ had a hit of promise. And I thought to myself, how wonderful it would be to pull out my watercolor paints and try to paint it.
But I didn’t.
Because the dog’s colon was beyond disagreeable. . .
And the kid got up early. . .
And I had to flip the laundry. . .
And I was supposed to be packing for a trip. . .
And the basement was a mess. . .
Now it’s midnight and that lovely light has become darkness.
And I’m exhausted. . .
And I still have to flip the laundry. . .
And now I have to unpack for the not-taken trip. . .
And the basement is still a mess. . .
And the dog could still be sick or the kid could awake at any moment. . .
And I wonder. . .
What was really stopping me?
