Art Journal Page, "Be The Kid in You"

This afternoon I thought I was completely beat. I drove home from massage school thinking about nothing but a nap. I dreamed of pj's and slippers.

Then I went with Scott to the Tuesday open art night at Alley Cat Artists and brought my art journaling bag. We sat around for the next three hours shooting the breeze and playing art, and it was sheer bliss just to devote myself completely to my pages. At home, the phone is always ringing or a TV show is on or the kids need a fresh batch of mac n cheese. At the gallery, I just spread my stuff out across the table and went to town.

I am now the exact opposite of exhausted. I feel exhilarated. And that, my friends, is the power of art.