I really thought I was over caring what others think of me
I thought I was confident in who I am and how God made me
I have never said I thought I was a good artist
I have never said my paintings were great
I paint from the heart
I paint what I see
sometimes just a message for someone
that comes to me
sometimes a painting to cheer a friend
So
today I met my dad for lunch
he said "what have you been doing"
and I said " painting " because
I was painting a peice of furniture for
the girls
not even a painting but he assumed...
He said "that is not really your thing"
I said "have you seen my paintings"
he said "yes on the internet"...
I thought I was wayyyy past
having my feelings hurt
but my feelings are hurt
I have been thinking all night
that maybe I shouldn't
burden anyone else with my
paintings since they suck....
hmmmmmm
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