Stormy times

Stormy times.

 

 Sunny day outside.

Sunny day outside.

I feel like I’ve lost my way. Like I’m not sure where I fit in to anyone’s life… into the world in general. Like I’m not sure what I need to do to be a connected, productive human. As an artist. As a friend. I haven’t felt this lost in a long time.

 A mess of thread on the inside. 

A mess of thread on the inside. 

I know I’ll find my way. I know I have decisions to make.  Being patient with myself and stitching away on my Red Mask of Courage. Hoping to get some courage from it. 

 Morning stitching in bed.

Morning stitching in bed.

A life raft isn't coming.