The other day I had a total breakdown. I had not taken everything in account on a situation and fear, doubt and their pal need-to-do-everything-perfect had a party. When the tears had dried and my sense of self came back I realised that this is a pattern in my life that I need to heal.
At one time in my life those feelings were the driving force in my life, also joined by their pal do-not-get-noticed-or-people-hurt-you. I, however, am not that Sylvia anymore. I am an artist. I live to make mistakes.
In my mistakes I find new ways in my art. In my mistakes I find my Self. So, today I embrace the Sylvia that needed fear and his pals so tight she giggles and then I am waving goodbye to them, thanking them for their service.