I'm painting the concrete floor in the studio white. I see it as a major, major job - all the stacked up paintings will have to be moved, and where to? And all the stuff under the worktable, and the boots and shoes and logs and other clutter that all end up here by the back door. It has to be vacuumed, washed, dried, painted, with time for the paint to dry before I need to use the space. I feel overwhelmed and begin to think it is an impossible task.
Then I ask myself 'What would be simplest?'
Take the first baby step.
I clear a strip under the window from wall to wall, about 3 feet deep. I already feel better - because I have started. I wash it and go for a walk while it dries. Last thing I paint the clean strip. It's actually quite pleasant to do. I'll do more tomorrow.
Now that I have started the panic subsides. I am calmer and I can see that it will all get done.
It always does.
But only if I start....
..the wedding was lovely. There was rain, hailstones, and then just in time for the photos - sunshine....