Hold On
It feels like I'm out of the woods.
Days are brighter, my bones feel lighter.
I can probably step outside of my comfort zone.
To embark on adventures.
To fill my plate with more than the work of healing and recovery.
But the work is never done...
There is no destination.
There is no arriving.
It’s a humbling pattern of learning and unlearning.
A craft never quite perfected but practiced nonetheless.
And sometimes all I can do is keep holding on.
Until I am brave enough to let go.
So that's exactly what I will do.
Watercolor and Acrylic; 11” x “14
It feels like I'm out of the woods.
Days are brighter, my bones feel lighter.
I can probably step outside of my comfort zone.
To embark on adventures.
To fill my plate with more than the work of healing and recovery.
But the work is never done...
There is no destination.
There is no arriving.
It’s a humbling pattern of learning and unlearning.
A craft never quite perfected but practiced nonetheless.
And sometimes all I can do is keep holding on.
Until I am brave enough to let go.
So that's exactly what I will do.
Watercolor and Acrylic; 11” x “14
It feels like I'm out of the woods.
Days are brighter, my bones feel lighter.
I can probably step outside of my comfort zone.
To embark on adventures.
To fill my plate with more than the work of healing and recovery.
But the work is never done...
There is no destination.
There is no arriving.
It’s a humbling pattern of learning and unlearning.
A craft never quite perfected but practiced nonetheless.
And sometimes all I can do is keep holding on.
Until I am brave enough to let go.
So that's exactly what I will do.
Watercolor and Acrylic; 11” x “14