Life allows for a bit more creative space.
It’s who I am. Creativity—in an eclectic array of hues and mediums—makes me feel most like myself.
So I find myself laughing a lot, because at this particular point in time, my canvas is bathed with shades of calendar-keeping, kitchen-managing and all things teenagers. (It’s a moody piece. 😉)
But I need you to know that my right-now life is its own work of art—dreams fulfilled, answered prayers, a wild cast of characters. It’s a real life in technicolor (with a splash of reheated coffee and neon post-its.)
I already know I’ll look back on this colorful season with longing, so I hope you don’t hear me wishing it away. But it’s hard to live well in the tension, isn’t it? To wait with patience for a more spacious place, even as you treasure the here and now in all of its busy, messy, precious, complicated glory?
If you’re looking for answers or a tidy benediction, I don’t have one. I only know that the mundane tasks—the carpooling, the peanut butter spreading, the unplanned opportunities to listen—they’re the everyday brushstrokes that make a life. The everyday brushstrokes that *give* life.
These are sacred days. And this is sacred work.
Maybe your current season doesn’t exactly sparkle with the studio space, the renovated home, the cookbook, or the published collection of essays you’d imagined. But if art is communication, expression, beauty—I have a feeling you’re creating the most lovely, one-of-a-kind piece right where you are. And that I am too. Even on the days when it feels like we’re in survival mode, eating chicken nuggets instead of risotto.
Keep receiving the beauty of your right-now life, even as you wait with hope. ❤️
This post is part of a series on Instagram, #OneDayMay, hosted by @laura.tremaine.