In the last two days, I have learned that I cannot let little failures and setbacks keep me from doing what I love the most. I lost progress on one sketch, completely. I started it from the scratch once again, only to understand that I wasn’t going to be able to recreate what I had originally come up with because I had completely lost the momentum, and honestly, I felt a little disappointed after losing all of my progress on the artwork that I had put so much of myself into.
I spent a good chunk of yesterday, desperately trying to start all over, but I had forgotten that it is okay to just let myself feel bad for the loss instead of just trying to hold on to something that I had nothing left of anyway. But I did start something new today. Twice, in fact. And I still haven’t made any progress because I don’t feel as though I’m ready to make something entirely different, yet!
My best friend told me that it is okay to feel disappointed because a lot of work had gone into what I lost. And it still feels a little heavy, to be honest. I’ve kept myself off social media, mostly, for the day and I have just been trying to get back into the right headspace to create.
It feels so silly to be this messed up over something, I guess. But it helps to understand that feeling like this is valid. Feeling is good. Feeling is a reminder that it is okay to get caught up with the things going around you sometimes, and I haven’t gotten myself caught up with anything in a long while, so this is good.
And tomorrow will, hopefully, be better.