The Tiny Corners Journal

I slept in until 9:45 this morning and later took a 3-hour nap.  On the sides of that slumber was painting my kitchen, free dinner at Razzleberry’s (best sauerkraut I’ve ever had) and random internet wanderings.

It’s 12:24 AM right now, but with daylight savings time that translates into 1:24, and I’m not quite sleepy yet.

I love painting; ever since I have been an adult and lived in a house, it has brought me joy.  I suppose I appreciate being focused on something simple and physical; it allows me to concentrate on something that’s mostly manual labor but also graces me with many moments to simply think.

One thing I love best about painting is covering the little cracks that have accumulated with the inevitable settling of a house.  Tonight while painting I thought about that, and how I wished there was something that could cover the cracks in me.  How, as we grow older, we all collect cracks in our lives.   Broken relationships; unrealized dreams; paths not chosen; etc.  These things splinter us to the point we no longer feel like a whole person, but a gathering of pieces with cracks in between.

I guess there are ways to cover up those cracks; right now I’m relying on a paintbrush of vices.  I know the cracks are still there and someday I’ll have to address them. We’re all broken, yes?

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Ha…I hope you’re not taking me too seriously.  Really, these are just words born of disrupted sleep schedules and early morning brandy.