“Pick up that brush or that pen and let what is festering inside you, out”, says my heart to me but it’s my mind that creates doubts, insecurities.
Looking for validation to go forward with what I want to do is equally and reversibly opposed by excuses my brain comes up with for not attempting anything new or creative.
It has to be one or the other, the decision is based on how adventurous I am feeling.
Boldly, I stride to the cupboard and take out those brushes, paints, and canvas that I have had sitting there for ages, waiting for me to be courageous enough to give expression to my dreams.
“There now”, I say to myself as I survey what I have just painted on the canvas, a medley of colorful splashes, bright and colorful!
Written in response to Six Sentences Story- Express, hosted by Girlie on the edge’s blog