I put up a bunch of art on the walls.



Its a happy thing, indeed.  And even though most of the things are pretty silly pieces, at the very least they make me smile.



They make me want to draw and paint and print again.



And the thought of that gives me something to smile about for tomorrow, even though its been a rough few days, weeks or months or even years.



I'll smile through the stress and the heartache and the pain.  I'll smile through the sadness. 



I'll put more work on the walls until there's no more space for that part of me that's questioning what's left.  Instead I'll be looking for more space, more place to be myself again.  No more picking up and salvaging, making due with what I have, clinging to the remnants as if nothing could replace.  I know there's more to be happy about out there.  I will outgrow these walls I've made around myself.  I'll be happy.



I have some things to smile about.