Urania waved her hands around for emphasis. “This painting is sloppy! Why are you just sitting there holding balloons? We don’t even have any skin color!”
Calliope hid behind the tree. Emotions have been running high and erratic this week. She wondered if Nia would soon start throwing darts at Tal’s colorful bounty.
“The sky is blue, the trees are green, I’ve a handful of captured helium… What’s the problem… exactly? Paintist is seeking expression over perfection.”
“Why do you have balloons?” Cal called from her safe distance. “And… Paintist? I like it… complements Typist well… now we have two terms of endearment for our human.”
Thalia passed her collection of strings from one hand to the other. “I’ve been capturing ascending thoughts about our current reality. One — We’ve got a pass on the dentist until this all wraps up. Two — This is an opportunity to cash in on a lifetime of insurance payments.”
“Three — We are learning… and can share so much!” Cal added.
Urania’s features softened. “I guess expression is far more important than perfection at this point. Thanks for reminding me.”
A word from Paintist…
As a private person, telling family and friends about my diagnosis has been… like trying to earn a college degree in a week. Not only have I been observing myself and my emotions, I’ve been watching everyone else, too.
I have been empowered by some who have asked, “How would you like to be treated?”
I LOVE this question because it shifts complete responsibility to me… and frees the asker. They do not have to operate on assumptions, or show care in ways that I might or might not find helpful. I feel trusted… and in that trust I will feel comfortable asking for what I need.