Just finished this new painting called "Twirl" and it makes me think of being carefree-of a girl with windblown hair spinning and twirling under the big blue sky. Not a care in the world. Getting dizzy with laughter.
I think inside I still have some of that girl in me, but need to express it more often physically, even if it's by myself out under the stars in my own backyard if I don't want anyone to see a 39-year-old twirling like a little girl in love with the world. I know I shouldn't care, right? Something holds me back sometimes from really twirling and reveling in the moment. Why? Why am I letting myself miss out on spontaneous joy? I just sat back for a minute while typing this and some tears actually sprung up in my eyes. Perhaps I've let that carefree girl get pushed further back than I thought, if just typing this prompted some tears.
Do you ever just let go and revel in the moment, arms wide to the sky and just twirl? I know I haven't really in a long while and the time has come to really feel alive.