Lacking Art.

Not so very long ago my life consisted only of movies, TV shows, and art. I would go from one to the other, or do several at the same time. I would paint. I would draw. I would scribble. I would stare. I would listen.
These things were the only source of comfort at that time. Back, just over a year ago, that was my life.
Now, it has been some time since I have done much more than the odd doodle. Why? Because I no longer need to just cope with life. I no longer need a constant distraction with which to waste time.
My life consists of so much more. Some times I miss art. Though I still write, and sometimes doodle, I don't really draw much. Nor do I paint. It's not because I lack the supplies-I still own all I need. I just choose to do other things.
"One of these days" I keep saying referring to painting again. "One of these days I will do it again... when I find a use for it." Painting, just to paint and put it under my bed, is no good at all.
But one day...
For now I count my blessing, and I enjoy all the other things I have come to love doing.