Sometimes, I feel totally inadequate. I have been feeling that pit feeling a lot lately. I don't know why. I know what I am meant to do. I guess the time it takes to get there gives me too much time to think.
I love to paint. I feel like an inadequate artist. I've never had any "real" lessons, all I can do it paint from the heart.
These feelings will pass. They always do. It is hard to be in the middle of it, but I want to be real with everyone. Sometimes, emotions get the best of me, sometimes, I try so hard to be "happy" that I forget to feel the moment. That's when I stop listening. I need to listen.
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