It was late and I realized that I hadn't sketched anything yet. So I gathered my sketch book and oil pastels and just got going. It was fast, spontaneous, and fun. Just what I needed.
It's feels really scary to post this here. I don't think it's amazing or anything really that special. Art is something that I enjoy, but stop myself from doing because I want to be great at it.
I'm practicing not being great at it and being okay with that. I'm practicing enjoying the process without caring so much about the finished product. I'm practicing being brave.
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