The Test Came and Went

I'm not saying I'm there yet. I'm just saying that I'm doing better. I have been pretty exuberant lately because I have just been feeling so productive, making time to do my little drawings, and feeling good about it and proud of myself. Everything is going fairly well. Not that it's all roses and sunshine, but it's pretty darn OK. It's easier to keep up with the positive steps I'm taking in my life when things are like this. But we all know life is not always easy, and of course, I was due for a storm. I got a double whammy of bad and troubling news other day. Without going into detail, one of the situations is very sad and worrisome, and the other is something that frankly ticked me off. I think both situations will be ongoing, and are far from being resolved. In the past I would find a way of avoiding, and not being productive. I would stew and steam as I obsessed over the problems or bad news. Instead I sat at my drafting table and drew and listened to music and cried. But it was OK. (I'm not emo, I'm peri-menopausal.) I kept up my life and my routine, I prayed (of course!), I did the opposite of what I used to do when I was a dried up co-dependent sad sack with a clutter-procrastination-creative block problem. So the test came and went and I passed. By God's grace, I passed. Because I sure could not do it on my own.