I had always wanted to paint but my self-judgement was so loud it was not a fun process. But the desire never went away. When I saw a friend’s exhibition: I jokingly said to her, I would love to take painting lessons from you. She thought I was serious. And I was serious but I didn’t want to admit it to myself.
I always enjoy reading what you write, for it has immediacy and that I think is the sign of a writer. Keep on writing and I'll keep on enjoying your work.
Dear Deborah, I vaguely remember you once showing me a picture you had painted and I liked it very much. Please write more posts. I love the way you broadened this one out towards the end into a reflection about moving forward in life by seeing the next step revealing itself in front of you.
I always enjoy reading what you write, for it has immediacy and that I think is the sign of a writer. Keep on writing and I'll keep on enjoying your work.
Very nice. Keep going. Keep following. The truth writes it own story.
Dear Deborah, I vaguely remember you once showing me a picture you had painted and I liked it very much. Please write more posts. I love the way you broadened this one out towards the end into a reflection about moving forward in life by seeing the next step revealing itself in front of you.