A Work in Progress

I am happy in the company of my family and friends. But I am content when I am alone. This is a new concept to me; I used to fear being by myself. Now, my thoughts and words are my companions. The strokes of my paint brush both mesmerize and entertain me. I am figuring it out—this thing called my life. The more I let go of resentment and control, the more free I am to welcome creativity. I am grateful.