It’s so much more freeing to simply show up and be a finder of the good. Break from the secret disappointments. Let my brain venture down the tiny little opening of love. A sliver of light sweetness in this world wrought with dark judgments, disgruntled comments, jagged-edged opinions, and lofty huffs of disgust. As I took in painting after painting at that art show, I showed up. And, finally, I realized what makes paintings so delightful. It’s their imperfections. We already know a painting isn’t going to look like a photograph. And that’s what makes it art. It’s been touched by a human. It’s
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