One benefit of the news that the building that houses our art collective's studio space was being sold was to get me to take it much less for granted. I had been assuming that it would always be there, that the rent would always be affordable, and as long as I could find the money and climb the many stairs to our floor, I could keep going down there.
Once I realized I was going to lose it, sooner or later, I began going much more frequently. Instead of going maybe once a week for a couple of hours, I started going every day or every other day. I'm now averaging 4-5 times a week and about 10 hours a week.
I decided to take this avocation much more seriously. I began two news series of paintings. I started reading some of the many how-to painting books I've accumulated. An opportunity to really establish my art life was going to close on me and I didn't want any regrets about it. I wanted to be so thoroughly a painter in my own mind that I would find a way to keep going once the studio disappeared and that would take momentum. I'm so glad.