Some days it's harder than others to paint. So often it's all I want to do, and today I have all day to do it, and it's a little bit like pulling teeth. I like the image I'm working on, and it's still hard.
I woke up with a ton of anxiety crashing through my sleepy eyelids. I have taken on too much, don't know how I can do it all, and the overwhelm is grinding down on me pretty hard. I get to this place every so often. It usually means I need some sleep, but that isn't really the case this time.