Shoo, Pity

February tests us with her gloom. I am tempted to hole away. Feel sorry for myself. Let others feel sorry for me.

It’s not sustainable, however. The month is practically through, and pity is more smothering than the greyest winter’s day.

I will wander down to the art room and punch a hole in the misery until it bleeds, paint thick, and dripping with inspiration.

How do you push through?

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

30 thoughts on “Shoo, Pity

  1. Yearly to the end of this short, gloomy month. (I shouldn’t tell you how spring-y our weather is here now.)
    You have such a creative flood brimming in you, that it’s hard to imagine the pity, but I do understand that physical limitations can get anyone down. Hugs to you.🤗🤗

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  2. I don’t mind February. Yesterday, I was pleasantly surprised by how long the days are becoming. It kind of snuck up on me! It is January that I have to push through. This year it was weaving and embroidery that filled my gloomy time.

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  3. “Pity is more smothering…” what an insight right there, VJ. My favorite ‘push thru’ is breath work…hands on my heart, chest, remembering to breathe and slow down. Usher the frustration OUT. It doesn’t always work, but it’s my starting place. xo to you, dear one 💕

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