I am learning to be okay and cool and chill with the fact that a 15 minute sketch differs in quality from a 15 hour drawing, and always will.
I find it so interesting the sky-high expectations we have of ourselves (or at least I hope it’s not just me). I got my license two weeks ago, and proceeded to have a breakdown because I had built up the pressure in my mind that as soon as I could drive I needed to go out and get a job and be a contributing member of society.
Yeah, that’s nice, but as someone recovering from multiple chronic health conditions, including a traumatic brain injury, that ain’t gonna happen just yet, kiddo.
I still wrestle with it every day: This feeling of not doing enough; As if I would ever reach a point where I feel like it’s enough. I think I would only be satisfied with “doing enough” if it physically put me in the hospital… and it pretty much has, so… lol. If you follow a train of logic to its end and discover that the conclusion is ridiculous, throw the whole thing away.
You’re enough. If you’re doing your best, you’re doing enough. That’s the highest expectation there is, and the only one God has of you. When we are weak, He is strong, so don’t be afraid to be weak.
