365 days of aRt. DAY SEVENTY-FOUR.

i sit here restless at the end of a long day and wonder why there is reserve in my hands
why the words, so great and so studied, are not speaking to me..

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Have you ever felt this way? Maybe not with words but with other aspects of your life? You were restless to do something but couldn't get to taking that first step . I'm here often -- restless and at the same time, stagnant. I'll pick up a paintbrush, and be uncertain of what to paint. I'll feel the urge to make a change in my life, and be uncertain where to start. What to do? I keep telling myself to be patient. Life will work itself out and my paintbrush will find its canvas in time. But it's difficult. Uncertainty is tough -- all I want to do is be in control. Sometimes patience takes too long.