I'm feeling lonesome, melancholy, missing my cat and companionship, bummed that the man who I want to be with is a million miles away and frustrated that I keep spending my free time on facebook playing stupid candy crush instead of painting and doing what I really love doing, making good use of my time. I have a life and I'm squandering it. I feel like screaming, but I don't want to wake the kids in the house up. Unsure how i am going to go back to work and massage people with my ankle still not fully healed and my back the way it is. It is not as sore as it was, but it's still not great either.
I guess I need to be easier on myself though. I think the sore back and ankle are legitimate reasons why I am not painting. I don't have an easel, so I am limited to painting on the floor which is not very comfortable with my back and ankle the way they are. I have a table and chair though, so I feel like I am making excuses here. I can paint on the table, I'm just not doing it, for some reason?