Permission

A little while ago I granted myself permission to create art. I made the time to create. I stopped the voices in my head from telling me I should be doing something else - cooking, cleaning (blah blah blah). I became my own enabler. It feels wonderful to know that I am on my own side.

A lesson learned in all of that was to more easily recognise the negative voices in my own head. 

The other day I was happily inking away at my latest creation, until I stepped back and looked at what I had done.

A small voice in my head said, "That's crap."

Pardon?!

"This is just a waste of time, you've farked it up again," The voice said.

I'm very glad I didn't listen to the voice when it told me to chuck the piece away. Instead, I put it aside and moved on to something else.

The next day I looked again at my work and made a magical discovery... I like it. A lot.

It seems that the next lesson to be learnt is to give myself permission to accept my creations as they are. 

The #LoveBushColours series is what is coming out of my soul at the moment, and I'm giving myself permission to like them.

The next step is to accept that I'm allowed to be proud of them. (Take THAT small voice!!!)