When I was younger, the beach was a place of serenity for me. Now that I’m older, I don’t have such easy access to it as I once did. My family once had a vacation home, when things were good.
When things were good.
I feel like I’ve been saying that a lot lately. I go on telling myself I’m not going to keep “getting personal” here, but somehow I continue doing just that. I guess that’s what happens when your personal life spills over and effects your work.
I stopped three times while creating this, and it took me about 12 hours longer than it should have. Yet, this piece is unfinished. When I’m unable to finish something, I label it in my files as “WIP” (work in progress). Much like this piece, I’m feeling pretty unfinished lately.
Maybe it will all get better. Maybe it won’t. Maybe that’s the depression talking. All I know is I’m ready to end this month and start fresh.
My best explanation for all of it is a song my grandmother used to blast in the car on the way to the shore.
After all, aren’t we all works in progress?
Have a reflective Sunday!