As of late, I have been a very bad blogger. I admit it. Between living in two households while helping Gramie after her accident, working full-time which includes an hour each commute, and trying to keep my own household up, there wasn't much time for art or even a daily posting.
Recently, I lost a co-worker. He was a very sweet spirited person, loving/doting father/husband and all around nice guy. He "sang" to our callers. Not "sing" in a musical way. "Sing" as in a soothing, sincere tone. It was incomprehensible that I will never hear that voice again. Ski on Kev.
Since his death, as most people do, I reflect. I don't reflect well. Most people reflect on the good, the positive. I reflect on regret.
Should I have bought the second pair of TOMS?
(well, sure! a child gets a pair, too!)
Should I have gotten a less expensive new car?
(yea, I could tie all my stuff to the roof of any size car)
Should I have stayed away the first time I left this house 16 yrs ago?
(I don't honestly know where I would be)
Why can some people be negative, grumpy, uncaring and a sour-puss and I enable that?
(cause I have a great studio to hide from it)
See? I don't reflect like most people.
Anyhoot; I found the perfect way to reflect with words:
