Sunday, March 22, 2015

At First Brush

I think there are times in everyone’s lives that it seems everything around you is sad or dreary, and even though those pains or sadness’s don’t belong to you personally, it’s still very difficult not to attach yourself to the ships that seem to be going down. Whether you’re the one tossing out the inflatable lifeboats and ropes, or you’re part of the cheering section on the sidelines; it can be difficult to remember for your own self-health, that it’s okay to be a support system, but you can’t allow yourself to become so self-involved that you no longer remember who the patient is anymore.

I was headed in that direction myself. I was moody, not sleeping properly; either wanting to sleep too much or not getting enough, and either eating my feelings or not being satisfied with food at all. I was emotionally connecting myself to everything around me, and no matter what else I personally had going on in my own life, I was not successfully making the divide for my own well-being.

But this weekend was full of nothing but fun and joy. I attended a wedding Saturday of a close friend and her family; a girl friend of mine who like me, is finding her last love in life, later rather than sooner. I was able to meet a lot of nice people at the reception where there was good food and fellowship, and hugs and love all around.

But today, I have to tell you all, I had the time of my life. I wouldn’t say I’m especially artistically inclined, I mean I like to piddle paint, decorate, and put things together; but to create, well that’s a whole ‘nother animal. I mean you give me a handful of money and I can decorate a room like nobody’s business, but I’m what I would call a “copier” at best, not a true creator.

However, for the artistically inclined or not, there is a place called Painting with a Twist located in Tallahassee, Florida. You can sign-up as a private group setting where everyone picks one design and paints the same thing, or you can sign-up for a general group and pick anything you want and paint it. Now when I say you all paint the same thing, what I really mean is, you all paint your “interpretation” of the same thing, which sometimes, is nothing alike at all.

But it’s also a time for women/friends to gather together, forget about their worries, listen to music,
sing along if you feel like it, maybe have a sip or two of wine, and laugh, gosh almighty do you laugh. Only a group of women can come together and laugh at the same things, and not necessarily have known one another at all.

Maybe the moon and the stars must have magically aligned themselves in just the right position, because somehow, I ended up having one of the best weekends I’ve had in a long time.  Or maybe laughter IS the best medicine and He is always the best doctor.