Either Way

I am doodling once again. And I realize something.

I have been missing this.

This is an integral part of my day … my wellbeing.

Just like walking outside. On the ground. Not on concrete. On the ground.

Just like writing words–either for a deadline or a journal. I need to do that.

And music.

Right now we have framers living with us. Wood framers, not word framers! And one is in the room with my piano. I can't get to the piano!

So I might have to take a walk … to a church … to play the piano and doodle. On the way back, I can speak the words I need to write into my phone.

Done.

Grateful. Thankful. Blessed.

Oh, the misspelling in the doodle and the title?

It was a mistake … at first.

Now, I like it.