The last time I painted, I was 10 years old.

I haven't so much as touched a paintbrush since then.

I forgot for a long time that painting always helped keep me calm, with a clear mind.

Just last week, I met up with an old friend of mine who asked me to join a one-night painting class. I followed her directions and painted a sea turtle.

The music and new people weren't overwhelming, but instead soothing.

As my brush dipped into the blue paint, I suddenly felt a wave of serenity come over me. This helped me concentrate as I filled the canvas' edges with a deep blue hue.

The shape of the turtle was short and almost looked like it was young.

I think I know why I made it that size.

I believe that I've been chasing my childhood memories recently.

So many of them weren't positive. But there was something about the way the brush swept along the canvas with such ease that made me relive some of my best ones.

My mind flashed to an art class.

We were painting underwater scenes and I felt like I was reliving that memory all over again.

I still yearn to return to simpler times.

This experience leads me to a decision.

I'm going to buy an easel, I'm going to buy oil paint and paintbrushes.

I'm going to regenerate my peace of mind.

It's been a long time coming and I'm ready to pick up the brush again. I'm ready to submerge myself in my own happiness and in my own calm state.

I need this.

Anyone with anxiety would probably know exactly I mean.

We all have that one calm feeling that we hope to return to.

I think I found mine.