Moodiness
I would say I feel "so high school" right now, except I didn't have a blog in high school. So why does this feeling I have right now make me think of high school? Well, first I feel immature. Why do I feel immature? Because I feel out of control of my emotions. They fluctuated so dramatically, I feel like I'm a moody teenager. Most of the day I felt purposeful, intent, accomplished, even exhilarated. The past couple of hours I've been feeling sad, disappointed, and... well, no more of that.
I've only missed one day of painting. I'm very proud of how well I've been doing with my painting, the sacrifices I've had to make to fit it in every single day (minus one), and how it was kinda easy to do. It's like driving a car: at first, driving for an hour feels soooo tiring, both mentally and physically. My hands, wrists, and especially butt would hurt. But after a couple of months of driving short distances regularly and longer distances occasionally, I could do 5 1/2 hours no problem. The more I do my daily hour of painting, the easier it is to sit and paint and concentrate (that almost rhymes) for longer than an hour. My record so far is 2 1/2 hours without interruption, 3 hours with interruptions.
I've only missed one day of painting. I'm very proud of how well I've been doing with my painting, the sacrifices I've had to make to fit it in every single day (minus one), and how it was kinda easy to do. It's like driving a car: at first, driving for an hour feels soooo tiring, both mentally and physically. My hands, wrists, and especially butt would hurt. But after a couple of months of driving short distances regularly and longer distances occasionally, I could do 5 1/2 hours no problem. The more I do my daily hour of painting, the easier it is to sit and paint and concentrate (that almost rhymes) for longer than an hour. My record so far is 2 1/2 hours without interruption, 3 hours with interruptions.