Don't worry. I'm still alive. I'm laying low + wrestling with something that's caught me bronchitis, pneumonia and hijacked my hands. Hijacked - as in stolen my regular painting hands, beat them up and replaced them with swollen, painful, sausage mitts. Which, if we're being honest, makes it really hard to do anything but think about not being able to paint. So far 2012 has been painful + confusing. I feel sad + useless because somedays I can't even get the toothpaste lid off. (Crazy.) HOWEVER. I had an inspiring + uplifting appointment yesterday where I felt heard (and understood) - for the first time since January 2 when my hands stopped being happy. It was with a naturopathic doctor and it was the first time that the big picture of me had been considered... And since I don't like drugs and believe that my pain is a call-to-action - there is reinventing going on around here. Lots. Lots of soul searching. Lots of thinking. Lots of cuddling with my girl tribe + my pups. (And Dan should probably get some kind of medal of honour.)
Today: I'm speaking at the University of Winnipeg about blogging - the do's, don'ts, ups + downs. The timing is perfect (because I've been reflecting like a ninja about that) and I am looking forward to getting out of my regular routine to go cause some conversation. Oh. I'm off coffee. And gluten. And dairy. And sugar. And tomatoes. And alcohol. SO HELLO GREEN TEA - I guess you're my new boyfriend. Let's do this.
PS. Big long, winded post coming today with thoughts on Pinterest and why I deleted my account.