What do you call those days when you work really hard at everything but nothing gets done, or at least, nothing gets done right? Even the creative turns out like shit. Just, nothing.
I did plant that Mountain Ash in front of the house where the old spruce trees had to come down. I felt good about that. But now I’m wondering if I’ll wake up in the morning and find that a windstorm snapped my poor little sapling off like a wretched stump.
Sounds about right.
Don’t mind me, I just topped off a day of disappointment (which I was dealing well with, I thought) with a couple hours of painting that was supposed to be fun, but ultimately just proved I have zero (negative zero) talent in that regard. Same old, same old, and not even done well. Laughable.
I’ll get over it. Wine helps. With the feelings, not the ‘art’. Tomorrow is a new day. With no failures in it. Yet.
Might just be an Eeyore day, now that I think about it.