I realize that I write this blog much different than I write in my art journal. Because I think people (maybe one or two people! ha!) are reading it, I write differently. I'm not going to do that anymore. I'm going to just write. Let's see how that works.
When I was doing some art journaling last night I felt so frustrated. I hated everything that was coming out of me. I tried to paint. I hated what I painted. I realized that this frustration with painting and creating was mirroring how I feel about everything lately. Nothing that comes out of me feels "right"--whether it's teaching, what I'm wearing, what I'm painting.
I can't tell if I'm just not accepting myself, or if I'm somehow fighting my natural flow, and therefore, frustrated. Dang. I'm frustrated that I can't even figure that out!
Oh well. It's friday.
I'm very happy about that fact. We are going to Neko Case tomorrow night. I can't wait!!!
Here's one of my favorite songs of hers....