Most of you know from my social media posts that my dad made his transition and so most of my time has gone to service and burial arrangements, which aren't yet set due to the backlog in the death industry, and I have been doing too much squeezing off of grief to get through everything and be the big sister of three girls, as well as a responsible mama for my kid, who is an adult, and is actually doing a lot of checking in on me.
But I also feel like my dad is lighting a fire under my butt since I got a book deal day before yesterday and spoke to a writing class at Stanford yesterday, with many other good creative things cooking. This painting above is my hope for summer, to feel like that, like a kid with a giant lollipop instead of this moment of being an adult and feeling like life is short and full of pressures, red tape, and sadness. I am fully aware that this is not the case-- life is so much more, and can be this giant lollipop-- I just may make a postcard of this painting (long ago sold) to remind me of that.
LOVE to everyone.