My day has a certain flow to it. Habits and patterns have been established over years. I must admit it probably reflects a little OCD also! I don't think about it much until it's not there.
When paints have dried on the palette, a painting that I'm stuck on remains untouched on my easel ... I'll find every reason not to walk into the studio. Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter all beckon with feeds that distract me...even a good book. So I find that by simply starting ...scribbling, throwing paint on canvas and playing has always lead me out of my doldrums. When the colors hit the paper or canvas I start to feel better. Just the pure activity of painting, since I was a child, has brought back my joy, and minimized problems real or imagined.
I think perhaps the resurgence of coloring books that now fill adult book store shelves "get " this idea. Color,form,movement ...it is the rhythm of life.
Go doodle... Helen