I’m laying in bed trying to be sleepy because I have to get up at 5 am. I don’t know why we change the time any more, but I guess it’ll be good not having the sun blinding me on the way to work.
I’ve been painting a lot more, selling a lot more. I guess it finally sunk in that God helps those who help themselves. I’m so grateful. I love to paint so much. Confidence, faith, work, hope, and of course marketing, have to come together somehow. When one aspect is weak it throws off the whole thing.
I still haven’t
mastered etsy. I know that I’ll figure it out one day, but the sooner the better please.
I’ve really lost all sense of perspective on love…. It was once the be all and end all. Painting doesn’t bring that passion to my life. And when I have that passion I neglect painting. I miss passion. I know what’s wrong and I don’t know if I can fix it. Hell, I don’t know if I even want to. There’s a certain comfort in that.