I turned 64 today. I have learned something about myself and my life.
“You think you can do these things, Nemo, but you can’t. You just can’t”.
I have done virtually nothing this month, art-wise. I am paralyzed into disabling discouragement by our upcoming move. My physical health, like that of my DD28, has taken a nosedive.
The sad and bitter truth is, I like to think I can do these things, but I just can’t.