Field on fire

Sunday, December 11, 2022

I have too much to do and not enough time to do it.

I’m going to SoCal tomorrow for work. Just a one day trip, flying home on Tuesday. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to go because I still feel woozy, and I have so much to do. Both at work and at home. I swear, December flies by. I still haven’t taken my daughter to look at lights, which we do every year. There has been no gingerbread houses made… I bought the kits, but they’re still on top of the fridge. I have made ZERO cards. The only cookies made were by my daughter and the ones from the exchange yesterday. I have only about 1/4 of my gifts wrapped. I’m not even sure I’m done shopping. PLUS I have a commission to work on, tumblers to finish, gift baskets to put together… and ZERO time to do it.

I have resin curing on my desk right now, so I grabbed my watercolor pens and sat on the couch while the football game was on. Like usual, I just started with colors. The way the purple landed, reminded me of the top of a mountain range. I ran with it. I made the mountains and the field, then added some bare trees. But it just looked… empty. I didn’t want more trees, but the Nine Inch Nails song Burning Bright (Field on Fire) was running through my head. So I painted a fire. It’s kind of how I feel. Like I’m surrounded by beauty, but I’m standing in the middle, engulfed in flames.

Oh well… I guess I better pack.