I admit it. The bugs are beginning to get easy. Yes, I did easy today. I just heard myself say, "yeah, so?" I'm the only one setting the ridiculously high expectations that I never seem to live up to. As much as I'd like to blame it on the voice, let's face it, it's mine. Can't blame this one on Mom.
One thing that I'm noticing is the fear of a blank canvas is dissipating. I'm still anxious but the anticipation of painting is beginning to overshadow the fear. This is good.