Ever since I've had my own studio, I've said that any day in the studio is a good day. My first studio was in the basement when I was 9. I took old curtains and rods, hung them from the ceiling and created spaces for myself and my sister that we could call our own. My parents let me use and paint a huge (over engineered) drafting table that my great-grandfather made. We played. We made stuff. We gave the stuff away to the people we loved.
Gratefully, not much has changed. Tuesday I spent time taking apart and redoing a 16 year old painting of an apple that I had given to my grandparents. I got it back after they both passed and I've known for a while that I would find the right new home for this little symbol of healthy eating. I just hadn't realized it would be mine! It's a little gift for my apple loving, health conscious husband as he embarks on training for his next marathon; maps included.
I've always known that art and creating things (in all its forms including motherhood) is what I'm meant to do. Paulo Coelho calls this your 'personal legend;' Joseph Campbell, 'your bliss;' Eckhart Tolle, 'your purpose.' I agree with these writers that all people in their hearts really know their personal legend, and that suffering comes when we ignore the signs and choose not to live that purpose. So don't listen to the voices that say it can't be done. Do what fills your heart full with joy. Then share it with people. And when that love comes back, give it again. I guarantee that it will bring you bliss.