Last Friday, I showed a sample of what I wanted to paint for an upcoming mural and I was relieved that she liked it. Moments later she called me to say that she loved the rough drawing and couldn’t wait for me to start. After I got off the phone with her, I broke down and started to cry. I know I was happy but I still feel this weight of sadness. I know one day everything will be ok, right? Trying to stay positive and holding on to hope. I might post the mural when its done, who knows? 🤷🏽‍♂️ I know no one will see this, not trying to scare anyone, I needed to write this down, on that note have a great morning or day and please be safe and stay warm. 😔☝️☝️☝️☝️

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When I don’t feel like drawing but you force yourself anyways, it helps when you have a lot on your mind and no, I’m not drawing Spiderman for the mural. 🤷🏽‍♂️