Most of the time — 90-95% — I’m proud of myself, and I know I’m capable. But it’s during that other 5% when I need all of the patience and kindness I can muster.
I don’t know how to balance inspiration/excitement and long-term discipline.
Naked ladies and inner voices, both in abundance.
Don’t give up. Just keep doing the work. No comparisons.
I miss the piano. I miss being that good at something.
I got an icky feeling and came here to write it out. It took me two days and six drafts. In the end, it seems to be another version of the same lesson I’ve been learning for months: I am myself, and that also means other people are themselves too. It is okay.
Next year I’ll make Christmas easier on myself!