Beginnings

And here we are again.  The blocks are up.   If only I were a little better, in a good place, I could create content.  Just sit down and write.  Don't be ashamed because you haven't written in a while.  What matters is where you're at right now, and right now, you're writing. 
The day is rich and full before me. I could do just about anything.   Let's paint.  I've always enjoyed that in the past.  I don't know if art is serving me right now.  I'm at a point where I want to take in other people's work, fully immerse myself in the mystery and intrigue of others.  And not feel guilty for not producing like other artists.  I'm not a goddamn art factory, turning out piece by piece like an assembly line.  Each of my pieces means something to me.  So what I don't produce produce produce.  My kids are my art, and I invest my time and energy into them.  So don't feel guilty that you haven't painted in a month.  Or whatever.  Inspiration will hit and you'll be able to art it up once again.