Enough with the scarcity trap!
I receive beautiful gifts and let them sit on a shelf. I buy pretty dresses and let them hang in the closet. Party shoes- unscuffed. Special treats- unopened.
Then there’s the art journal. A few months ago I won an art journal. It’s made of beautiful recycled papers. I can see it from where I sit now. Not a lick of ink inside its covers. Not a single doodle done.
I hold onto things- waiting for the perfect time to use them, perfect place to wear them, perfect opportunity to enjoy them. When is that perfect time coming? Never.
I’m just wasting my life waiting to live it. I hold things tightly because for some reason I feel they are the only things I’ll ever have. I don’t want to mess them up.
This’ll be a hard habit to break. It’s one that can only be broken by action, and that action is going to be uncomfortable. Open the book. Uncap a pen. Start drawing before I’m in the grave.