I really think I might have found it.
Something happened today that knocked my balance a bit, but not for long. I took a deep breath, felt the emotion fully, questioned my assumptions (knowing they almost always prove to be wrong), and then went for a long walk through the beautiful countryside near my house.
I read somewhere that if we had a friend who is wrong as often as the voice in our own heads, we would have stopped listening to that friend many years ago. That may be the truest thing I’ve ever read, and it’s why I’m working really hard on not listening to that voice when it starts butting it.
Tonight’s drawing is another blind one. I wonder why I almost always get one eye higher than the other when I draw blind…