Midnight green therapy

Three in the morning and I’m sitting at our kitchen counter with a magnifying glass, painting microscopic leaves on terracotta pots the size of shot glasses.

Midnight green therapy

This is what happens when Margaret mentions that her pottery studio sells these tiny planters and I think ‘oh, I could probably paint those.’

Started with one. Just one innocent little pot that I thought would take maybe twenty minutes. Four hours later and I have seventeen of these things lined up like a tiny army, each one more detailed than the last.

The level of detail I’m putting into these is honestly concerning

Jake walked through the kitchen around midnight, took one look at my setup, and just shook his head. Smart man knows better than to ask questions when I’m in this kind of zone.

The weird thing is, it’s actually helping. All the studying and clinical rotations have my brain running at about ninety miles per hour most days, but sitting here with a size-zero brush forcing myself to focus on something this small and precise? It’s like meditation, if meditation involved paint fumes and the constant fear of sneezing at the wrong moment.

Probably should sleep. Definitely should sleep. But I’ve got three more pots calling my name and a sudden urge to research whether people actually buy hand-painted miniature planters on Etsy. For research purposes only, obviously.