The Blank Canvas

I have been turned quite inward most of this calendar year.  Looking for answers, direction, motivation and the meaning of life.

There is so much I want to do but only so many hours in the day.  And of course, that need to do real paying work that saps up most of my time and energy during the week.

Before me in life, lay a fresh blank canvas.  I fear picking up the brush.  I fear dipping into the wrong color.  Worst of all, I fear touching down the paintbrush in the exact wrong spot, wrecking that fresh new canvas.

We are down to the last three weeks of Summer before life returns to “normal”.  Our son will be back in school, my partner back to teaching and the tourists will go home and Kelowna life will also return to “normal”.

The Summer heat has been above normal (mid to upper 30’s) and my first yearning for a cool crisp patio to sit and sip on a Pumpkin Spice Latte happened the first week of July.  Fall is by far my favourite time of the year and I am eager for its arrival this year.  Even so, the heat has not bothered me (much) and the Summer feels as though it has whizzed by.

I have worked this year on clearing out our office so that I can start practicing in it.  There are a few stacks of boxes that I would like to get out of there before hanging out my shingle to start my holistic healthcare practice.

Come Fall, that is exactly where I would like my paintbrush to start the next major masterpiece of my life.  

Now to figure out which color to start with.