2 weeks in.

Well, I’ve been at this for a little over two weeks.

I feel like every post I make is an after thought.

GUYS! I used to be a good writer. Like, really! But now I feel like my writing is the equivalent of bashful people getting up to talk at the front of the class. You can easily picture me staring at the scuff marks on my shoes as I quietly murmur the information of each blog post.

I knew I was rusty, but I guess I didn’t realize HOW rusty.

It’s painful. I have so many words I want to write about the things I am painting. I am painting them because I LURRRVE them. Like seriously love. I am passionately involved with each of these things I am painting, but when it comes time to write about them, something I used to be able to do in my fucking sleep, mind you, I am a piece of bland boring old cardboard.

I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I am posting at the end of the day after I have been painting and parenting and I am just exhausted. Maybe I will try to write in the morning before my painting is even started.

I want to fix this, because it feels so weird. When I sit and stare at the blinking cursor, I don’t even feel like myself. So hopefully I can work this out.

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