Paint by number
For as long as I can remember, I have seen life as art; ebbs and flow of color and emotion decorate this earth. We are made by love, for love, to love. Music is evidence of this to me. We create. We make messes and mistakes. But in the end, those mistakes become an important part of who we are and the mark we leave on the world. Today I noticed that over the past 5 years I have continued to view the lives as those around me as blank canvases. I see individuals as artists, with limitless potential and possibility, but I have refused to give my self the same privilege. I've turned my life into a paint by number. Meticulously planned to "perfection." Each area of my life has a plan, each plan has many steps that progressively make a work of art, if executed correctly. Because that's how art works, right? Sometimes in life, I accidentally color blue where there should be green and then, instead of appreciating the beauty and potential, I do what any seve
