You know, I always make promises to myself that I will paint something EVERY DAY and, every day I make excuses not to paint something.

Too busy
Not enough time
Cannot be bothered to clear up the mess it makes .. er I make
blah blah blah

I think many of us make excuses not to do something in our lives and for the most silly reasons. There are 24 hours in a day and, if something is encroaching onto your, ‘YOU’ time, then it needs to stop.

We all have to have hobbies. Something that takes our mind off the grinding reality of jobs, life, and the universe. We all have to take stock that in all honesty this is it. You have one life and you have to do what makes you happy in it…. unless you’re a serial killer. That is not one of those things. Just getting that out there.

So, no more procrastination as the constant breaking of my own promise to me is causing me to constantly fail, Constant failure brings me down and makes me depressed and sad.

Actually…. I worked it out whilst writing this. Gosh I am slow.

I will not make promises I will probably break. Then no failures and no sadness.

IF I get time and can be bothered to clear up the mess I make, I will paint this afternoon. If not….. ah what the hell!

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Kathy

LOVE THIS!

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