I finished that canvas I was working on. I wonder if I’ll ever be up to having it professionally photographed.
Everywhere I go, I’m carrying this crummy little story with me. Nobody can see it, but it’s there. It’s surreal. How many other waking nightmares have I been in the same room with this week, without being aware of them?
Shame and vulnerability play tug-of-war in my belly. I find myself having to listen to Brené Brown’s Ted Talk again.
“I am enough,” says the last slide in the show.
feel into the bones of your skeleton – the big bones of your pelvis and thighs, the little teeny bones of your fingers and toes. there they are – nothing missing, nothing to add.
I am enough, I am enough, I am enough. I’ve said it so many times that some days I believe it.