Some days, I go to bed and don’t wash my face or brush my teeth.
Some days, I don’t drink enough water, or eat enough veggies.
Some days, I don’t clean the kitty litter.
Some days, I don’t make the bed.
Some days, for love nor money, I can’t make it into work.
Some days, I slip up and am not kind with my words or thoughts.
Some days, I barely move.
Some days there are any number of things I should do, but I don’t.
There is one thing I do every day, no matter what.
I am entering my 5th year of doing some form of art EVERY SINGLE DAY.
It is the one constant in my life.
I could no sooner not do art than not breathe.
1460 days and counting.