Twelve months ago today I was getting on a plane to embark on the greatest adventure. I was heading to the USA for An Artful Journey. It was a journey full of rest, freedom, soul restoration, paint, friendship and so much more.
Today all the friends I made at An Artful Journey last year are returning to that same magical place to take another journey together. It's so very hard to know that I am the only one in the group not there.
In comparison, today I am working through one of the hardest transitions I've experienced in a really long time. My return to full time work. It feels difficult and exhausting, and I'm shocked by how hard it is. I am grieving the loss of time and space that were constants in my days not so long ago. I am battling with the constant presence of people in my days when just a month ago it was me and the fur peeps. I am missing my quiet hours in the studio absorbed in painting. I am wondering when this new phase is going to start feeling smoother.
And in amidst all this comparison I can't help but wonder where I'll be standing 12 months from now. What will life look like then? Or perhaps more importantly what do I want it to look like?