#4DaySprints To Change Your Business, Your Life, and The World
On February 20, my husband and elderly dog, Massy, were packing up to head to Raleigh for her cataracts surgery — about a 4-hour drive from our home in Asheville. Although the vets at NC State assured us that Massy was healthy enough for the surgery, I feared it would be the last time I saw her. Surgery isn’t guaranteed, and she’s had a history of mishaps and complications.
To distract myself, I went to Michael’s the day before to buy some art supplies. I’d never considered myself an artist, just a writer, but something compelled me to go and buy some creative supplies to play with for the next few days. Perhaps this impulse buy was an attempt to revert to childhood when art was a part of every day versus in adulthood, when art is a nice afterthought if every single other thing was checked off my to-do list first (read: that never happened!).