Reluctantly, I pulled this lady out the other day thinking I would get so overwhelmed by the sheer amount of detailing left, and I did. That’s why it’s been in the closet for 6 months now. It’s easy for me to think I’m an inadequate painter because I have a hard time finishing. So, when that happens I’m prone to putting the piece away for long periods of time and finally going back to it whenever it ‘feels’ right. Really though, it’s often because I feel like I’m failing at it and don’t want to be reminded of that. I convince myself I don’t have enough time to finish it so it will just have to wait. Painting for me is a meditation and healing experience just as much as yoga or reading are for some people. But here’s the crux, I love painting but I have a hard time showing up for myself. I guess many creatives struggle with that same thing. What’s been helping me the most lately has been showing up, for me, for the younger child in me that’s been burned and loved, for the fighter in me who can also rest, for the fear in me because I can release it, for the love in me. Showing up for myself has meant understanding myself and my needs and how essential creating is to my mental health, I love painting! I promise to myself to never give it up. What’s something you all love to do? I wanna know.