The Art of Doing It Anyway

Some days I am deeply inspired. Other days I have three jobs, I’m hormonal, and the only thing I want to draw is the middle finger.

But you know what? I’m doing it anyway.

Even if it’s ten minutes before bed. Even if the dog sits directly on my sketchbook. Even if the painting looks like a potato in a wig.

Because this is who I am.
Even when I’m tired. Even when I’m doubting.
Even when I’ve got menopause brain and forget why I walked into the room (with my paint water in a coffee mug).

Art doesn’t wait for perfect conditions — and neither do I.