Better in Torridaussity Two

I am not going to lie, even before my grandma's passing I was in a funk, and slipped farther into one after it. I was letting my housework go, not caring what I ate, isolating myself, and just being not myself. This week, I have kinda kicked my own ass and am starting to live again. I am conquering the neglected cleaning, have been seeing my friends again, and in a few minutes will be signing up for a local art class called uptown painting party. I live in a small town and they are trying different ideas to revitalize our uptown shopping area. So there are three artists that do painting and soon to be craft classes during different nights of the week and although I don't like doing things like this alone, I want to paint this nights picture and so I am going to go for it despite the nerves. I will post the link so you can see the picture. Anyway I just wanted to say thanks for the care and concern you've all shown me in recent weeks. I love you all, hugs. https://www.eventbrite.com/e/hopeful-hearts-fundraiser-tickets-12048189459?ref=wpwidget