Twelve days to Christmas, and the anxiety engendered by so much to do in the time left is painful. Backache, headache and muscle spasms all vie for attention, and I try to alleviate the physical results of tension by getting a memory-foam bed topper.
The bed now feels like I'm sleeping on clouds. The only problem is that I can't seem to find enough time to spend in bed -- the anxiety of my self-expectations has led to the "white nights." Three hours sleep last night will led to a catch-up of eleven hours tonight. Those eleven hours will make me feel like I'm I'm behind and will never catch up again.
Classically, this is the time of year I can never find enough time to paint, so this year I'm listing, as of today, painting as a daily priority. It's not only therapy for the soul, but the timelessness of existing in a creative mode is therapy for the physical aches and pains caused by tension.
I started this small painting the other day. I don't know if it will turn out to be worth keeping, but it will be good for me and give me more "brush mileage." the implicit humor appeals to me.
-- Nancy
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