I’ve always been a perfectionist. I push myself, always. It has helped me in life but it can also be stifling, as in this case. Tonight, as I sat at my art table, I decided I want to play with using funky colors for the face again. This is not something I am used to and this is the second time I am attempting it. As I paint, I go through phases of “ooh, this is interesting”, and “oh, this looks terrible”. It was a roller coaster ride. I wanted it to be perfect. Why? So I can share on social media and collect likes (I am ashamed to admit this, but it’s true. It is ridiculous. That is not the reason I make art, I remind myself). Anyway, I was not having fun. I took a break and had my dinner. When I came back, I decided,… screw it, I am just going to slap some colors on and have fun. It’s my art, I can do what I want. AND I had fun. So, now that I don’t have to be perfect, I can be good AND have fun!! And I won’t care how many likes or comments I get:) Promise.