No shame.

It can be a lot like stage fright. They expect so much of me. If I mess up, it'll mean I didn't deliver. What will people think?

It's hard asking for help. It's like you're admitting weakness. Helplessness. But I've come to admire humbleness. I don't see it as weakness, but rather a strength of integrity. It's admitting that there are people more knowledgeable than you, not that you're weak. Pretending to be someone you're not justified to be will surely eventually crumble. I'm proud of him.


I finally went to Hobby Lobby for some paintbrushes, and stumbled upon a book about scratchboard art. I remember I had gotten a sample from the Co-op before, and was inspired to go home and try it out. It was bizarre and opposite. I had to leave the dark and shadows alone where I usually would lay on paint.

I'm wasting so much time with what I enjoy doing, I forget that I'm supposed to be doing something worthwhile.