Many years ago I had a friend who told me that when she was having a bad day she would call a friend - usually one she hadn't spoken to in awhile to catch up and see how they were. I think this is probably one of the best pieces of advice I've ever heard and have used. As Anne LaMott wrote, "A sick, worried mind can't heal a sick, worried mind." But sometimes the hardest thing you can do is just get out of your own head. Another friend said to me a couple of weeks ago that my mind was like a bad neighborhood and I shouldn't go there alone. Or, at all... I love my funny, wise friends. I owe them so much for keeping me laughing and sane and showing me a different way. Then, I can move forward and help someone else get through that bad neighborhood. I think that's primarily why I blog. Sure I like showing you what I paint. But I have found that painting not only makes me happy but it also makes others happy. And for some reason that's really important to me. There's so much in the world draining us of our creativity, energy and joy, we really must find ways to put some beauty back. And if it's as simple as drawing a smiley face in the dirt on your car window, painting a vase of roses or walking through a bad neighborhood with a friend, it's a good thing. It's important. It matters.