So it’s another year and, other than having to remember to write it on checks, it in many ways felt like just another day. Until I went to a party in the afternoon and somehow, the feeling of celebration changed the way I saw the new year’s date on the calendar.
Yes, a lot is different. The world feels like a more fragile place in many ways and yet we still have our hopes and dreams. There were many people at the party whom I hadn’t seen in a long time. I was asked at least five times if I was still painting. I refrained from my usual “does a bear sh*t in the woods” and just said “yes, definitely.” But I do wonder what would ever make me stop.