The good in the bad

I have to be thankful for the bad things that fall in my life. Some of the worst events have turned out to be the best (and vice verso). What had me in a tizzy last week, barely able to breathe or function, is over. I think I look at the world differently. It's only a small shift, but I feel it deep inside in my sense of appreciation for everything. I feel stronger, proud of my ability to handle necessary details, and I even feel more content with my life choices than before.

This small painting (5 x 4 in) is more brilliant, more inky black and fuchsia and deep yellow, than the photo. My camera is back in the shop.