I don't think you can take days off even for Fine Art. You have to be there every day.
That reminds me of a powerful Erma Bombeck essay, a letter written from the point of view of an adoptive mother to the biological mother, about being a real mother. " 'Real is what hears 'I hate you' and still says no. Real is sitting next to a hospital bed... Real is what shows up every day.' "
If you want to be a real anything...showing up every day is what you do. Even if the best you can muster that day is a few minutes of crap. You still have to at least show up. Love is showing up every day.
And I admit, I'm still trying to show up consistently every day. I'm getting there. One piece of writing. One sketch. But at the moment? It's still crap.
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That reminds me of a powerful Erma Bombeck essay, a letter written from the point of view of an adoptive mother to the biological mother, about being a real mother. " 'Real is what hears 'I hate you' and still says no. Real is sitting next to a hospital bed... Real is what shows up every day.' "
If you want to be a real anything...showing up every day is what you do. Even if the best you can muster that day is a few minutes of crap. You still have to at least show up. Love is showing up every day.
And I admit, I'm still trying to show up consistently every day. I'm getting there. One piece of writing. One sketch. But at the moment? It's still crap.