I have for many years lived with self-doubt and still tried to be the "good" all the time. Posed very high, almost inhuman demands on myself both at work and privately, and this has resulted in me repeatedly sniffing at the famous "wall". The road to recovery is long, very long, and I will never be the same again. Something is very fragile....
Easter is at the door and there are many of us who have been looking forward to this weekend with joy. Long time off and spending time with loved ones.
What a time we live in now. It's not something that we are used to.
Right now around the world there is almost only one topic of conversation, you know which I mean.
There's so much that's important in life. More important than anything else, and sometimes life stops just when everything goes well.
Every now and then , "a voice" jumps up on his shoulder and chatter. Trying to drown out my inner voice that talks about everything I love. It's easy to lose the joy of creation then, easy to start doubting whether I've come down the right path.
I've always been in a "mental" prison. Thought I have to be and do in a special way to be accepted and fit in. Pressed down and hidden away the unique person I am, pushed down my passion. No one is the same, yet it can be so difficult to shine in our own glory and dare to show our true self....
It can be difficult to find inspiration and motivation when it is gray every day and rains, but sometimes the sun glimpses behind the clouds and the feeling that spring is in front grows.
Sometimes I get great ideas... or as in this case the idea came from a friend.
When I paint, the inspiration sometimes disappears. No matter how I try to get started, it's not possible. Everything feels motily.