I was feeling melancholy in a BIG way last night; thankfully I had some free time and a table still arrayed with art supplies that I'd been reluctant to pack away from a couple of weeks ago. I sat down and worked quickly and non stop on what I have come to think of as a birthday card to myself.
My birthday is later this week. It's not a big-deal birthday or anything...just another day but for some reason I have really been feeling it.
Not coincidentally -- yesterday happened to be the birthday of my dear friend who died from colon cancer a couple of years ago, at 42.
By the time I reached the last page I felt so much better about everything.