I always try to fit too much into a day. I woke up this morning with a full to-do list slated for my snow day. I actually bargined with the clouds last night (if you dump enough snow for a snow day I promise I will take down the Christmas tree and do laundry). The clouds held up their side of the bargain, but I did not.
The laundry is not my fault. The washer is stuck on the final spin cycle and won't fill, so I'm off the hook there (although I suppose I should have done more to try to fix it). The tree (yes, it is still up. i love it.) is totally my fault. I still might get to it. Or it might wait for me until Saturday.
I also have a to do list a mile long of stuff to do on my computer (of course, I am now blogging instead!), but I chose to not turn on the computer this morning to fit in some painting time. After a lovely snowshoe through the winter wonderland and a breakfast of berry pancakes and smoothies I was preparing to do battle with my to do list when my husband suggested I start with blocking off some time for painting. "Go paint! By inspired!" he said. So I got lost in painting...all day.
I only did one little painting, but I took a first step in mixing colors. I tend to just use colors and never mix them. I know this is a weakness so I've signed up for a color mixing class in June and bought a couple books on color. But I've also been struggling with finding a palette that I like, so today I got out one of my color books (this one to be exact) and started melting and mixing wax. I ended up with a palette of colors that I think are a good start.
Now as I grumpily complain about my lack of progress on my to do lists, my wonderful husband tells me not to think of my day as a failure but to focus on the things I got to do. He tells me that I sounded so happy on the phone today and so to focus on how happy painting made me feel. He's just full of good advice today.