trying to see the good in my parents

It has been a day like no others before. I can't think of much that I've done other than read, go to the gym and eat. As I prepare for bed I can't find anything entertaining to think about. Maybe I'll try some meditation, like focusing on a phrase that is calming for me such as : '. . . as you sit on the soft chair it holds you.' There is no chair; the sentence just seems to work as a relaxing agent.

Now that I take a moment to think about the day, I think there are some things that I learned. I learned to take criticism seriously and not to let it stop me from doing the work I know I want to do. After dinner tonight I asked for my parents opinions of two of my art pieces, one of which my Dad flat out said he did not like. He had reasons and I listened to them. I proceeded to change the entire painting later this evening, turning it into a beautiful landscape. Landscapes are a secret talent of mine. My parents were astounded when I showed them the change. Their reactions were helpful. I might not have wanted to hear them but they were reactions like any other reaction, to art.