I think I was underestimating the amount of energy painting takes - not just physical, but mental, emotional, creative, and magickal as well.
My evidence for this?
That at 9 months pregnant, an hour of painting makes me feel like a pre-pregnant me just hiked 6 miles. Uphill. In the snow. With a duck on my head.
It's that accomplished, weary-yet-energized tired, though. And it's a goooood painting :)
(crossposted to firesea)