For the last 6 years or so I've battled with the right to be an artist, a writer, a Creative. And have been winning.
The most grueling wrestle is always with the Self. In my case, with limits, self-doubt, perfectionism....
Yet even when our battle is with external forces and the 'right' to do anything, the looming shadow of inner guilt can persist.
The nature of shadows binds them permanently to our being, but we can learn to assemble ourselves in the light a certain way so that theirs is the lesser form.
A shift, a trust, a small act of self-love.
It remains that there will be many who will disapprove, never understand, refuse to understand, judge against me. I'm ready now, finally, to leave that with them.
That story is their own.
•read: a russian affair, chekov
taste: chicken burritos, homemade
see: a summer certainty, paragliders over our home
touch: reformatted pc (survived) + reminded by Imene to back-up the blog
think: of the complexities of our (full) return to uk