One gut-punch that gets me sometimes is when I’ve had a slew of rough days and, worse, sleepless nights because I get stuck on the carousel of What Ifs, turning anxiety into full flush panic and adrenaline surges.
Anxiety lies; but it makes the body lie, too.
So here’s a #wip sketchbook interlude as I figure out what the meaning of #IAmEnough is supposed to be. I’m enough to fill my own shoes. And since we can’t actually walk a mile in each other’s shoes, or swap minds, or live any experience that isn’t of our own making – is that not the ultimate goal?