








I spent a lot of time over the last week getting back into one of my favourite things: painting.
I made a conscious effort to do less scrolly scrolly and more creating.
I realised that my painting style hasn't changed at all in the last three years.
Which I kind of love but kind of feel sad when I think about how much I could have improved in that time if I'd stuck with it.
When I had a baby, I was like, 'Oh, I guess I can't paint anymore because of the mess.'
I needed to make sure I was ready to pick up my son anytime he needed me, or be free to drop everything to put him back to bed when he waddled out with sleepy eyes, needing his mama.
Painting is just kind of a hard thing to put down in the middle of.
But I think it was all just a fun excuse to not do the thing that I love doing.
With or without very much success.
I just love it. It calms down my brain in a nice way.
To the point where I forget where my phone is.
That's pure bliss for me.
They aren't perfect paintings, and they won't be seen on any gallery walls anytime soon.
But they are my way of practising being messy again and forgetting about trying to be perfect all the time.
What did you do this week that made you forget where your phone is?