Before This River, Becomes An Ocean

I'm in a mood.  

Today was inexplicably frustrating - a lot of stops and starts on projects without really completing anything.  The sun was out but the wind was blowing and I was really hoping to get more spray-painting done than I did.  In addition to my frustrating day, this week is going to be a tough week at work, complete with an emotionally-charged meeting happening this weekend that already has my stomach in knots.  And it's not even my meeting.  

I wasn't going to blog.  I was going to pack it up and go to bed and blame it on the time change.  But then I realized the irony in doing so because if I just paid attention to what I was painting, maybe I'd lighten up a little bit.  George Michael said it best - you gotta have faith.  And I indeed do have faith, see?

Faith is the name of my four-legged sister.  My parents adopted her a couple months ago.  She's old, incontinent, walks with a limp, has no teeth, and has a penchant for sitting on top of me. Kenny might not like her, but I think she ranks as one of the best dogs in the world.

This is for her:

 

Found at the Goodwill; it was broken, it was brown, it could be fixed.  

Like Faith herself, except with more pink.   

To accompany Faith is this framed lithograph of a dog that kind-of, sort-of, not really looks like Faith. 

Well maybe a little in the face.  I mean, they both have noses.

It really is beautiful and I love all the colors.  Painted for my mom, my goal is to create a dog collage in my parent's living room.  This is one of the three that we've recently thrifted.

So the moral of the story is this week will undoubtedly suck, Faith will always limp, but at the end of the day it doesn't matter.  What matters is that you have Faith to get you through to the next day or week that won't suck.  

My faith is in Faith.