I was in bed last night then I finally came to terms with something. I was not put on this earth to clean dishes. My purpose in life is not to be a chef or have my house be neat as a pin. I will never have 6 pack abs. My sole reason for being is to make art and everything else doesn't matter. I didn't do laundry today, there are still dishes in my sink but when I don't fiddle with that crap in a vain attempt to present myself as something else WORK gets done. 12 hours of uninterrupted painting and my work goes from this:
So the lesson here is just do what you are meant to the dishes can wait. I am sort of angry with myself that I cheated myself out of precious time for nothing that really in the grand scheme of things matters.