There will be lots written today about John Lennon, his importance etc. I recall the day because it was one of my worst days. I was in bed sick, couldn’t walk and thinking, rather more like promising myself, that I would stop fooling myself. I hated pretending to be a “business man”. The randomness of Lennon’s death was a kind of wake up alarm.

I hit the snooze button.

A day or two later when I could walk a little, my kid had this great idea and asked if I would limp down to her school and teach drawing to her 6 grade class. I had never done this before, but it connected for me. The alarm was still ringing.

I hit the snooze button.

There were tons of alarms and clues and eventually I woke up. Sure sometimes I think about the time I wasted not painting, being around artist. Those feelings quickly fade as soon as I pick up a brush.

Thanks Kid.