Sometimes I Paint

I completed the painting on the left in 2018, three months before I submitted my resignation letter to my job. I didn’t like the job at all. Management was horrific most days, guests were often rude and bratty, and everyone was always on edge. I took most of my frustration and put it on paper.

One of my coworkers, who is now a friend, asked for this painting for years. Finally, I decided to comply with her request for a duplicate of the original. I completed the painting on the right a couple weeks ago. It is the first thing I’ve painted in a year.

Part of the way anxiety has affected me over the past year and a half is by taking away much of my creative expression. I wasn’t painting, writing (except here), baking, experimenting with new dinner recipes, crafting… none of it. I’m slowly getting those things back, and I am grateful.

One of these days, I’m going to follow through on my decision to take an art class to improve on my painting skills, but not before I finish this book.

The book, by the way, has been textually completed. No more edits! Now, we have to get into formatting and cover design and metadata and alladat! I will be working with a book coach through the last few months of this self-publishing process. The goal is to make sure I know all the things that need to be done, I do them in a timely manner, and I don’t forget anything. Stay tuned!

What parts of yourself have you been struggling to get back? How’s it going? How are you doing? Let me know!

Happy reading… writing… expressing!