I get into a cycle of shame when I try to beat myself out of sad and into gratitude. Constantly need to relearn that each feeling has its place, and needs to be felt. It can’t be beaten out of me with gratitude.
Painting with lots of colour helps me to keep going. The not-good-enough story is working hard to perpetuate itself today. I need to get under the sun.
I want you to have this painting. Make me an offer. ❤️
I continually need to remind myself that just because I this isn’t “serious” art, doesn’t mean it isn’t important. I have so much fun playing with colour. And as my wonderful friend Lindsay Murdoch reminded me, FUN IS IMPORTANT.
1. Today only, send me a message telling me how you have fun, or any other thoughts on fun.
2. What is your offer? (Shipping and handling are extra).
This is the answer to yesterday’s question, “What do I want?” : I need to listen to my heart. Sometimes my head wants something, sometimes it’s my pussy, but in the end, I want to listen to my heart. Sometimes a list of pros and cons will help, but in the end, I will listen to my heart. Sometimes my brain wants what it thinks is good for me, what will open doors to more possibilities, what will push my limits of comfort, but in the end, I will listen to my heart. I will choose to act on my desires from a place of love.
It’s working hard for me.
When people hug me, most of them tell me they can feel it beating.
I take it for granted.
I appreciate it.
It’s the centre of my feeling body. It’s where the walls begin.
Pump, pump, pump.
Making attempts to pull down the walls.