Sunday, May 10, 2009
THE GIRL WITH THE HAIR
charcoal, conte crayon on paper
Thank you for your support and kind words Sheila and Don, I was being a brat. You're right, I was being very silly and feeling sorry for myself. Why? Ego. If there's a problem, it's always the ego. I read somewhere that it always speaks first and it's always wrong.
I did discover that the best thing for me to do when I take up residence in the pity pot is to work. It changes everything. Even if what I'm doing doesn't immediately scratch that ego itch, I feel better simply because I took steps to banish the poop. And that's all I can do. What I think and how I feel is completely my responsibility. Period. Before DP, I would let these pity periods carry on for weeks. Now, I know I need to get off my arse and get to work. No need go figure out why, just get rid of it. It's all illogical nonsense anyway.
This is the result. Happy Mother's Day to us all, even those of us whose progeny have whiskers, a cold nose and pant when it gets hot.