Friday, March 16, 2012

something out of nothing



Oh, 2005 Delilah. There's so much I need to tell you.

For one thing, there will come a day when painting murals for a living will not be your dream. You will realize that the only thing worse than working in a cube is being ordered around by bitchy pregnant women who want the cat's ears to be a little more, "You know *gestures*?"

But you will always be proud of painting this mural in two days using your PTO.

Sure, it got scrapped after that and became the set of the next play, but it was one of the funnest things you've ever done. You dropped heavy into flow, kid. You barely remember painting it. You had a spiritual experience, painting that.

And one day, you'll be glad of it, even if you don't remember it or understand it.


That's the way the best things happen. When they're supposed to. Because they're supposed to. Even if you don't understand it at the time.

Even if you read The Giving Tree for the first time afterward and decided it sucked and you wished you hadn't anchored the mural with it.



After you painted it, you decided to quit your job and work with your best friend again, even though it wasn't enough money to live on. It was one of the best decisions you ever made, getting to spend that last year with her.

Every Spring for the rest of your life, you'll think of that painting. And smile.

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2 comments:

simplyblake said...

Lovely post, Delilah.

"They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still." - William Penn





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naughtybrent said...

Fantastic post.
I love the mural, but I love that you're a writer now even more.