I am at day 7 without a voice. Recovery is painfully slow this time ‘round. Really, I am resting my voice completely. Yet, each morning when I attempt to make a sound, all that comes forth is barely a croak. At this rate, I will have to get a colleague to scope my larynx soon.
Plans for this year’s creativity include dusting off my acrylic paints. Finally, I get around to this--something I can easily do without a voice. I am surprised. I quickly finish off a painting I started about a decade ago. I cover the lifeless stilted paint strokes with bolder strokes. I continue on to my take of Haida style art. No matter that my whale resembles a seal. I am less afraid of creating something displeasing to the eye. No longer do I feel a need to produce a masterpiece. I revel in this freedom.
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