It's okay to rest

This week I was more exhausted than normal. I fell asleep on the couch at 6pm. I couldn’t drag myself to see an author I love that I’d been looking forward to for weeks. It felt like it took an extraordinary amount of energy just to breathe, and the time that I normally devote to drawing while watching 90-Day-Fiance ended up with me curled up in a little ball wondering if this was illness or depression or both.

By this weekend I was feeling much better but I didn’t have enough time to draw the more complicated doodle that I’d sketched out with a pencil but never started to ink, so instead I did a simple portrait of my son, Hunter S. Thomcat, who was having his seventh restorative nap of the day and not feeling guilty about it at all. And it’s messy and imperfect and probably one of my favorite doodles because it was fun and ridiculous and reminded me that art is can be all of those things.

We can all take a lesson from cats sometimes.

It’s okay to rest, my friend. It’s okay to not always be productive. It’s okay to just be.

You’re further along than you think.

Hugs,

Jenny