This week, an old family friend I hadn't heard of in many years called to gush, and I mean she gushed, about how great my blog is, how much she loves my illustrations and what a great writer I am.
I wouldn't be fooling anyone if I tried to tell you it didn't feel awesome. Like, really freaking fantastic awesome.
My mother saw my uncle last week, and he pretty much said the same things, but he added that I'm lazy. (and he probably didn't gush)
I laughed out loud when she reported this to me. He's right. He's so right.
My best friend gets on my case about it every now and then as well.
I have been lazy.
My boyfriend would tell you with some frustration about the various unfinished projects I have laying around the house. A painting that's been sitting, waiting for its final touches, for over a year now. Ceramics I started to repaint and didn't complete. Materials collecting dust for projects I haven't even begun. A children's book that is written, but that I can't seem to get myself to illustrate.
I am my own worst enemy.
I lack discipline, and I'm lazy. I am completely letting myself down, and wasting the talents I was given.
There are things about myself that I have to accept, but this isn't one of them.
It's time for a change.