For the woman over 60 who keeps muting herself

but still secretly wants more

The Painting, the Leaves, and the Dream You Forgot You Had

I was painting a bouquet of hydrangeas yesterday.
Soft blues. Lavender shadows. That kind of whispery beauty that almost disappears into the background.
And right in the middle of all that softness—
I painted some leaves that were too loud. Too green. Too… wrong.

And I stared at them and thought:
Tha…