The past 2 weeks have been crazy.
We found out we are losing our art gallery. Which was bound to happen but we weren't expecting it this soon after renovating and moving into the new location. A bigger fish is moving in and so our time is up. We can't complain a bit, we have been very fortunate. It's been 29 months since we opened and has been such a wonderful experience. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd be a part or let alone run and paint for an art gallery.
Now it's time to redefine and a bit scary. But I've had no time to be thinking about all that because I've been so busy painting getting ready to enter a very important juried show that it has really taken my mind off the fact that this weekend is our last days of the gallery. I'm sure it will hit me like a ton of bricks next week when my regular schedule is not anywhere to be found.
Speaking of a ton of bricks, my body felt like some hit me on Monday. I was in a complete shut down. Body ached, tears running out my eyes, very weepy....so tired...I was a mess and am still feeing the residual from it. I don't know what exactly happened. Thinking the walking that I've been doing at the gym and my period, plus all the stress lately just threw me over the top. All I know it wasn't a pretty sight and still had to drag myself to paint for this deadline I need to meet by Friday.