Sometimes when I am painting, I think my canvas may bow in the middle like a cheap swing set—a result of all of the layers of paint that are resting on it.
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I need you to hear something. That thing—that thing you’ve been dragging around, possibly for years—you know what I mean. That tipping point of shame in your life… For decades, you’ve carefully convinced yourself of all of the wonderful things you don’t deserve—even though you understand, on some level, the happiness… They say it’s all about the journey. The sometimes maddening, confusing, frightening, interesting journey that moves you from Point A to Point B in your life. You are a fake and everyone knows it. |
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