The leaves are changing colors and there’s a wonderful crispness to the air. It’s far from the perennial “new year new me” lie, it’s just time that I got back on track with this damn blog. I’ve been doing some watercolors and, as usual, I’m not thrilled with the outcomes. “They can’t all be zingers” as they say but there’s gotta be one in a crowd. I guess since the crowd is thin it’s hard to pick one, or have one, or whatever. Keep plugging away. Sooner or later something will pop and I’ll like it enough to put it here or instagram.
I am very well aware that I’m my own worst critic and hashest judge. I know somewhere inside that the capacity for better exists and that my lack of patience with myself is killing me. However, I’m powerless over that and have absolutely no explanation for it. I really wish I could. The frustration is tangible.
I’ve been way off track on my goals for the year and want to be more comfortable with any amount of progress I can make at this point. This late in the game some are impossible to achieve (like the 90 day consecutive not smoking) but there’s no sense in completely throwing in the towel.
The horrors persist but so do I.
