The chaos of my desk this morning that I can’t help but internally scream in gratitude for.

The calendar set to last year, the watercolor scraps as a coaster.

A hot coffee with freshly grated nutmeg, a bright window illuminating the painting I have yet to work on for the last, almost two years?

A loft that breeds creative projects, my unfinished nature, and a sunny day filled with writing.

The painting will get done or maybe not, the article certainly will.

The calendar will be replaced by Valentine’s Day, the paper scraps will have a fond coffee ring.

This is the creative’s wildest dreams.