Artist out of sync

I wanted to let everyone know that I have been packing to move my overloaded abode in the past 7 weeks. I have been out of touch with my artistic self for the most part until I move. Actually, I have been reading and observing as an artist still with some stolen hours of painting to save my soul as a true artist. One can not deny thyself. My belongings of art including, antiques, vintage collectibles and art supplies could belong in the Guiness records. I am archiving many unbelievable tokens of valuable bits of history from my many years of purchasing collectibles and drawings, paintings and creative objects de art since I was 13. That's it, now you know the story of why I haven't posted a blog update for awhile. I have become a machine with interjections of the artist spirit saying, "What about me?" Until I settle into my new space in this crowded southern California location of the coast, I will be absent.
I did paint today after a break of seven weeks, it felt so strange but so emotional, then a high after it was done like I haven't experienced in a long time. I truly feel the kinship of being an artist today. Thanks to my crazed desire to ignore the schedule of being ready to move. Goodbye nature, I am moving, it's pure HELL!