Keep going...keep going

Dear friend,

This week I struggled a lot with anxiety. I’m still struggling, in fact. So I decided to draw something structured that I could fall into…a repeating pattern I saw in a book. And it turned out rather pretty (although also it looked a little like buttholes). And it helped with the anxiety a little. (The drawing…not the buttholes.) And today I feel a little better.

“This is all very pretty but inside I’m secretly shrieking.”

I’ve just noticed that I didn’t erase the penciled outlines of the words in the drawing and I would go back and fix it but the cat knocked my eraser under the couch and I suspect that I am judging myself more harshly than you would.

I suspect you are judging yourself more harshly than anyone else would as well.

So let’s be imperfect together.

Keep going. Keep going. It will pass.

Love,

me

PS. I added little white dots of white-out inside the flowers and now it looks slightly less like buttholes, which is nice but also now this whole letter makes even less sense and makes me look like I’m just imagining buttholes everywhere. I wonder if Monet ever had to deal with this sort of thing.