Thirty-one days in a row, I showed up to the canvas. And THIS emerged! I am overwhelmed with awe. I have learned that one day at a time really works. I am not as concerned about the rest of the year. Although I did find myself sad that January is over, a strange new emotion for me. Usually I rush this month and push through it to get to the warmer seasons ahead.
What caused this sadness? A parting grief, because the canvas will never be this combination again. Even though I am documenting each day, and even have plans to create something with the digital images, I come to like it the way it is.
Like yesterday, when the "door" was still white.
But now it's greenish yellow and full of texture and glitter, and it's still a door symbol. A door leading to February. And when I enter the room tomorrow, what new adventure will beckon me? What element will call out to be added? That is the joy that comes in the morning. Until then, I gaze at its form and enjoy what has become a companion of sorts.
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