The rapping on the door was unexpected.
At first I didn't get up. I didn't feel like answering.
I was comfortable.
I was just beginning to think about maybe getting off the sofa and changing out of what I'd worn to the party, and this was an interruption.
But the knocking persisted, the caller at the door insistent.
They weren't going to go away.
I got up and opened the door.
The cold night air rushed in, a shock against the bare skin of my arms and legs.
But that is the nature of opportunity.
It was a party to celebrate how well I was doing. My career was actually a success. And that was the problem. Because who changes direction when they're doing well? But at quiet times, thoughts have a way of coming forth unbidden. And this one pushed itself to the front of my mind during the lull after the party, an idea demanding the attention it'd deserved for quite some time.
Yes, I was comfortable. But there's more to life than being comfortable. I had to speak to the caller at the door.
Media: Acrylic and mixed media
Surface: Box canvas
Size: 9.06" x 11.81" x 0.59" [depth]; 23cm x 30cm x 1.5cm [depth]
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