Monday, I bought flowers and set up a still life in the studio.
Tuesday, I re-arranged the still life endlessly, then mixed paint time and time again, never quite satisfied with the colors.
Wednesday, I worked on my resume, delivered a painting, and generally avoided actually painting....until late afternoon. And then, it happened. The joy, the excitement, the delight, and pleasure that sometimes happens when I paint overwhelmed me.
Such is happiness.