It’s funny how something that makes you so happy can be so hard to do sometimes. It took me the past three days to push myself to come out to my studio (I’m a wee bit behind because of my mind fuckery but I thrive under pressure. Even though I should really be more scheduled with my time). Mind you it’s been near freezing the past two days and my toes are currently numb, but I’m finally here and blissfully working the day away.
I think for me it comes from a weird fear of succeeding. Yeah, you read that right. When you’ve been stuck in a storm of chaos most of your life, the opposite feels foreign. Slowly though, I’m settling into it.
So, here I sit.
Excuse the mess. I’m forever needing to clean my bench.