My mom has been saying to me for years now “you need to start a blog” and I always give the usual nagged daughter “yeah yeah yeah, I’ll get on it” response. Like all advice my mom has given me throughout my life, something finally clicked. This morning her voice popped in my head start a blooooggggggg and next thing I knew, boom. Here I am. With a blog. I’m new to this and have no idea what I’m doing.
I miss live journal. I thought I was pretty damn good at setting that up. This was weird to me. I feel like all of my elderly patients at the doctor office I work at who say “I don’t use computers” when I hand them the electronic tablet to check in. I think So that means you can’t read? but out loud I say, “if you need any help, just let me know” because I have finally trained my filter for repetitive responses. Still working on the situational filtration though.
My mind is a mess and thoughts all over the place. I try to declutter through painting. Hopefully by using this blog, I’ll be able to not just put my thoughts in my art but also be able to share the story of those thoughts and feelings into words too.
Panic Attack Paints 