As I type this, the snow is gently falling at our doorstep in thick, lush heaps! It is truly so magical and such an enchanting way to ring in the first of February. I feel so grateful for the natural break that this snow has afforded me - not 1 but 2 total snow days so far - it could not come at a more needed time. I feel selfish admitting it, and even silly for expressing it here.

I am debating going into it more, and I suppose it is more of a place for other writing outlets ;) however, the “in flux” feeling I am experiencing is something I suppose many people can relate to, especially during covid. I have been trying to purposefully divert my attention to ME today, and one thing I decided was necessary was revisit an old hobby of mine: painting.

I picked up my watercolors and without any particular rhyme or reason, just painted what came to me. A few dots, tiny strokes, intentional color bleeding, and water spots later, I have this little number. I like the movement in it, even if it is a nice and concise painting that took me a few minutes to create. I guess when I see it, I think of the changing colors and sizes of the splotches representing my life so far. A bit too deep!? Maybe.

I think now, as I reach the end of my 30th year, I am in the green. Hopefully this is a year of healing, cleansing, and blossoming.