As it turns out, I’m sorry that I was sorry for being sorry about doing something that actually didn’t matter. …. This kind of insanity shouldn’t be too hard to manage. I hate negativity!
And it wouldn’t have mattered.
Which means it’s the 1 hour anniversary of it almost being 3 am. Cheers?
I have no aspirations Besides the swell of air behind my eyes That we agree to call a brain
Painting is intimidating because I rarely know where to start. The only certain thing is that I need to set a 1” border. So I do. And then I stare at my little box. And I think to myself, “Great. All I’ve done is told myself where I can’t paint.” That’s just counterproductive.