That same half finished painting greets me as my eyes open to the day. Rain is falling and the world is painted 50 shades of grey.
I smell cinnamon filling the house, stumbling downstairs I find the source. Fresh baked cinnamon rolls with a post it that reads:
"Happy Friday! We made it!"
Have I mentioned that the ladies I live with are amazing?!
Yum yum yum in my tum tum tum.
I devour the roll with my morning cup of joe and read my daily meditation. Scrolling my social media news feeds for the latest.
Writing my morning pages I realize I gotta run...
I'm going to get my hair cut and brows waxed by my dear friend Amy. She is incredible. She owns her own studio and treats hair care as a fine art. The experience in her chair is like a therepy session for me. I always leave her chair with happy 'singing hair' as she likes to say. It is true. I will walk in the world today with harmonious hair.
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Process
Phi Hư CấuEvery artist has their process. Every masterpiece holds it's own evolution. This is mine. The journey of creation. The stories and songs that inspire and transpire onto canvas.
