Sketching something in my sketchbook.

To some, sketching something might not seem daunting in the slightest. But to me, I would more quickly run a marathon. And there’s such a slim chance that I’m ever going to run a marathon! My inner critic is deafeningly loud when it comes to art. She’s intimidating, and her words cut deep. I didn’tContinue reading “Sketching something in my sketchbook.”

Walking around the neighborhood and counting the number of peacocks I see.

By the end of August, I had finally gotten fed up with witnessing the number on my scale consistently climbing. I wasn’t happy with myself, and I no longer wanted to be caught in the downward spiral. I knew that if I could put a strong effort in, for at least a few solid days,Continue reading “Walking around the neighborhood and counting the number of peacocks I see.”