Another day as per usual for me. Up at 6, wake children and my 'darlin' at 7 and pack 'em all up with their lunches and send 'em off to their respective schools. Five minutes for breathing. Then its on the bus into town for art and stomach supplies and bus back. The bus ride back was interesting, I can actually maneuver myself, a giant plastic bag with 5' x 3' foam core sheets in it, a green bag full of 120 kilos of dead animal and various foodstuffs, a smaller bag with paint in it (precious!) and a 6 pack of loo rolls up the isle of a bus containing approximately 400 people, most of whom are a wee bit overweight or lugging small children. I'm amazing AND I didn't smack any of them in the head with my various appendages. Phew, and so now I'm here.
I'm doing guide drawings at Sue's healing day on Sunday and am trying to have some of my art ready to go to that as I am interested in peoples reactions to it. It can be so difficult to put myself out there, on show, so to speak, and every time I go through the old 'what on earth am I doing stuff' and every time I receive wonderful feedback and that gets me out the door the next time. I suffer seriously from not good enough syndrome but am getting there slowly. Faith in myself, my higher purpose (whatever it is) and my spirit guides and helpers is gaining more and more strength in my heart and soul and I am just so bloody grateful, at some point, every day of my life.
I am loved well.
Now, off to paint, I love Tuesdays.....