enJOY it

an archived personal and craft blog from Elise Blaha Cripe.

Time heals.  This I know.

Scrapes, bruises, broken bones and broken hearts all heal with time.  You can use band-aids, ice packs, casts and therapy, but ultimately it comes down to time.  You have to wait.  And believe that eventually your body, your mind, your heart will recover.  Because they will.

Time healed my mouth.  Actually, that is a lie.  Dentists healed my mouth.  Dentists are still working to heal my mouth.  But time gave me a recovery.  And brought an end to stage two.  And I look pretty much how I looked before.  But with a little extra bone.  A very painful and important piece of extra bone.  The photo on the left is five days after surgery, when I felt that I looked the worst.  The right is me today.  Feeling healed.  Feeling back to normal.

Tooth_healsLooks a little better, no?  But I had to wait a bit.  And be awkward for a bit.  But then it healed.  In time.

And another before and after to share:

Art_changeAfter my stitches came out today, I felt like making something.  Mostly because I had too much stuff in my brain and I needed to block it all out.  But I did not have anything to make it on.  So I painted over an old picture.  But I could not find any brushes.  So I had to use my hand.  And I realized that maybe the most therapeutic action in the whole world is smearing white paint over something with your hand.  And then once that dried, I found a paint brush and made a yellow star.  And I kept painting.  And then I stuck on a believe sticker.  And then I made a green circle around it.  So I needed more circles to match.  So I added them.  Then I got out ribbon.  And figured the fastest way to attach it was to staple it down.  So I did.  And then I realized that I had color but no meaning.  So I wrote "enjoy it" on a piece of paper.  And tore it out of the notebook.  And tucked it under a ribbon.  And then I looked at it and thought "hmmmmm, what else should I do?"  And then I tried some stuff but it all looked wrong.  So I stopped.  And I stepped back. 

And I realized this: Like time, paint heals. 

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