Lately I’ve been trying to take some time to draw most days. Well, sketch really, with pencil. I LOVE to sketch but don’t usually make much time for it. The last entry in my art journal before this week was from 2014! But I find it really helpful for centering myself. And I need that lately. We, as a household, have been sick for 2 weeks straight. Me moreso than the other two. I think this is because I’m getting up if the baby wakes from being sick, and still nursing, and my body is just stretched thin and it isn’t healing well. This also means that I haven’t done any socializing in two weeks, too. Which, as a serious extrovert, is no good for my mental health.
And while I can stand back and observe that these things are why I’ve been in a shitty mood lately that doesn’t really do much to help me shift it. Usually exercise would help the most… but I’m too run down already to be doing that to my sick body. So, the other day, as baby was fighting a nap I grabbed pad and pencil and sat down to draw.
Hallelujah! What a revelation!
Something just for me. That no one even needs to see, if I don’t feel like sharing… This helped. I felt a little sparkle of happiness. A little glimmer of enjoyment. I didn’t feel so yucky just for a moment. I need this.