My finished painting.

I walk into the Vine Van Gogh paint night so excited to spend time with other moms (and a glass of wine). It really doesn’t matter what we are painting, I am just happy to be out of the house and among other adults. In the last three years I’ve made due with stolen moments alone at the grocery store, or late night drives to run errands. FYI, none of those are fulfilling or deeply gratifying.

Connecting with friends.

Connecting with friends.

The instructor showed us how to set up our canvas and lets us loose with paint. My mind is flooded with distant memories of moving a brush around on canvas in what feels like another life. The instructions seem like a refresher course of all the art classes I have taken. Then without expecting it, it becomes a refresher course in how much I love painting. I spend so much time painting with my toddlers I have forgotten how much I love painting for myself. There was a time in my life (before kids, marriage, house) I couldn’t go a day without painting, or drawing something. Don’t get too excited I’m not an artist by any stretch. But, I am creative. I can see new ways to reuse something, or finish a project in simple easy steps and occasionally I can get downright crafty.

Remembering how this painting thing works.

Remembering how this painting thing works.

Class shot.

Staying home with kids and spending all my time taking care of them, I simply forgot the value of having my own space and time. Something I clearly took for granted before kids. I feel guilty spending money on myself, or leaving when I know my kids will melt down. But, it’s OK to let dad feed the kids whatever for dinner, and so what if they skip a bath because it’s what dad needs to do to get through his night with the kids? The important thing I try to remember is it is one night. They will survive and so will I! I realize I am not spending hundreds on myself. The occasional expense of nurturing my own happy pursuits goes a lot further than just me. When I am personally fulfilled I am better at nurturing my family.

I love my time out painting and chatting (and I love escaping the monotony of laundry, couponing and chasing a kid).  This class was nearly 3 hours long (mostly because we were all too busy chatting). It was long enough for me to reconnect with a long forgotten passion. Now, I can’t wait for the next class!!

Class photo.

We are all busy women, whether you’re a mom or working girl- what are some ways you keep in touch with your passions?

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