will spend the day painting. Some days I feel lucky to call myself an artist. I try hard not to let the words define me. What I do is not who I am. It is easy to believe otherwise, sometimes I even want to. I can imagine myself to be anything. Today I will not imagine myself to be anything. Today I will paint, drink good tea, finish my laundry, take care of my dog, make my son dinner, feel love, see what comes, and be..