It is one of those restless, aching, sleepless nights, so I thought it would be better to write about it, rather than sit here, worrying alone. I have a throbbing in my hands and feet and I am hoping it will soon pass. I always try to distract myself. However, I painted all night to avoid this feeling, and I fear I may have made it worse.
Painting is a reward to me. I figure that if I am going to hurt, it may as well be for doing something I enjoy. I have spent the night painting a wise, old Indian. I am pleased with is, and that it rare. I tried out a new technique and it worked out well. Instead of tensing up trying to paint perfectly, I held the brush like a sword and let it flow naturally. I tend to get awful burning in my muscles after painting, so I'm hoping I have found a loophole.
I am grateful for my ability to keep busy. I rarely suffer boredom, although I do suffer frustration when FMS holds me back from playing guitar or painting. I used to play my guitar for hours, but now it's minutes.
If anybody is reading this, I would be interested in hearing if you reward yourself with pleasures as I do and what are they?
I hope you're all having a great weekend.