I returned mightily inspired but my painting mistress was not amused. I had abandoned her. She made it difficult for me to start again. I struggled and thrashed around the studio for days, nay weeks. Now, three weeks later, I can finally say I’m back in the groove. Painting confidently and happily, doing what I love, and loving what I do. I am so lucky. I feel truly whole when creating. Thank you, my difficult taskmaster, demander of perfection, and chaser of dreams.