Art in motion

I am a busy guy. There's really no getting around the fact of it. I spend a good majority of my day doing things that perpetually keep me tied up. My evenings are spent at home or in ministry somewhere. My nights are spent either studying doing the work I didn't get done earlier, or watching something on the TV. I wake up the next day and do it all over again.

I guess there's nothing really wrong with this scenario, except for a serious lack of sleep (self induced). My guess, is that people have been living this way for some time. As long as the schedule has existed, I'm sure people have squandered away time that could otherwise be used and appropriated for more beneficial things. At least, that's what I assume to be true.

I got a wake up call on Tues. Why do I insist on wasting my life doing the things that are unimportant? Why do I feel compelled to miss out on the greatest things in life while chasing after shadows? For instance, I haven't painted since last Christmas. I haven't created art for the simple of joy of expression since I was in Greenville. How can this be? How is it that something I'm so intrinsically tied to can be deemed a waste of time, energy and enthusiasm?

An upheaval is coming... I can feel it. As much as I attempt to scratch the itch, it just comes back even more itchy than before. I don't know how I'm going to pull it off, but I have to paint again... I have to create again. I'm better when I'm creating; I'm smarter, more confident, I'm more joyful... in all actuality, I'm doing one of the things I was created to do.