William Thackeray wrote: “There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know until he takes up a pen to write.”
I believe that to be true. Have you ever tried it? Even if your mind is seemingly blank and lacks opinions, if you grab a pen, or a keyboard, and start writing/typing, you can pull some pretty amazing stuff out of your head that would otherwise float around aimlessly. I’ve always thought I was somewhat of an indifferent person, very little opinions, fly by the seat of my pants kind of girl. Then I started writing and found out that I am, in fact, quite the opinionated person. Which is a better way to live than indifferently I suppose.
Painting is the same way, only instead of words, you’d be surprised at the emotions that surface through the paintbrush. Emotions that have been dormant for some time or emotions that are sitting right near the surface just dying to gush out the pores in your skin. I’m picturing myself standing in front of a blank canvas with my eyes closed, pushing out all the emotion through my pores, and it coming out in an array of colors, splashed all over that canvas. It’d be beautiful. It’d be what you look like that day if you were the colors of the rainbow. I think mine would be mostly blue and green today. I’m pretty calm at the moment. Although, that could just be fatigue. Growing and housing a life in your uterus is hard work. Which I welcome. 
I’m off to take a nap because, as I hear, that is the right and privilege of pregnant women around the world. That, and wearing pajamas wherever they please. Pajamas should be the dress code for the universe!
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