Something New, Ironically

Circus. Strong woman. Year 1904

Lately my struggles have brought me to the presence of alcohol and smokes.

Always on occasion.

I’ve been through so much in my life, and as cliche as it may be it all starts with one person, I guess in this case two.

Maybe this is God punishing me for staying up until 8am painting, when I should be getting some rest for church in a few hours.

I believe, but don’t feel the need to attend.

I like to think I’m a good person.

Yes, rowdy, hot- tempered with a huge wall built up that doesn’t let anyone get too close.

I’ve had my shares of mistakes, sins, faults.

I know I don’t have my act together.

I have much to learn, much to earn, much to accomplish, much stubbornness  to get rid of.

I also know I’m no fool.

I stand up for those who need it.

For those moments that deserve it.

I know when to stand my ground.

I know when to put my pride to the side and compromise.

I’m motivated and driven when I want to be.

I want to be not only financially fulfilled but happy in my life.

I just need a little time, a little luck and a chance to prove myself.

I guess all of this is much easier said that done, but what isn’t.

I know you guys see  this girl, with a brush in her hand, posting up new images of her creations, her adventures, so many good times, all smiles.

I hope you guys don’t forget, I’m only human, I too go through many ups and downs  in life.

I am no better than anybody.

I am no better at all.

I hope  you will get to know me not only artistically or what places with who I’m going with, but small struggles that I know many of you can relate to.

A new set of eyes.

Here I am in a new state of mind, vulnerable as ever.

Don’t worry, I still have a set of boxing gloves in the closet.

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