Now what?

26 hours in and soon you forget how tired you were. It feels like you're about to hit the finish line but really, you're just crossing the starting line. I don't have words for where I'm at or where I'm about to go but I'm here right now and I know what it took. So I'm okay with it.

There's so much I want to do. So much I want to create and there is not enough time in the day. My mornings are blending with my nights and I'm dreaming about my artwork.

Letting it grow and speak to me is the hardest thing I've come to learn and I'm still learning.

I have this expectation of what I want it to be and it's becoming its own thing.

So I set it free.