
Today was… slow.
No grand ideas. No creative breakthroughs.
Just me, the rain outside, and that quiet hum in my head that said: “Do less.”
I didn’t paint. I didn’t sketch. I didn’t chase the next great masterpiece.
I just… let the day happen.
And honestly? That’s harder than it sounds.
Because I’m wired to push. To plan. To perform.
This whole 365-day art challenge? It’s not just about making art – it’s about becoming someone who shows up consistently.
But here’s the catch: showing up doesn’t always mean producing.
Sometimes it just means pausing.
And listening.
I sat with a cup of tea and let my thoughts wander.
Why am I doing this again?
Why did I start this journey in the first place?
I want to become an artist who lives from her art.
But even more than that – I want to prove to myself that I can follow through. That I can build something. That I can grow roots and wings.
That my ADHD doesn’t get to define what I’m capable of.
That softness and chaos can coexist.
That I am allowed to be slow. And still be serious about my goals.
Somewhere between the second coffee and scrolling through other artists online (yes, I know, dangerous…), I felt a familiar itch:
Comparison.
They’re more consistent.
They’re faster.
They sell more.
They have cleaner studios, better lighting, clearer messages.
But here’s what I reminded myself:
This journey is mine. Not theirs.
And I’m not here to win a race.
I’m here to make space.
For myself. For my stories. For all the things I’ve silenced for too long.
So maybe today looks like nothing.
No post. No brushstrokes. No big emotional arc.
But internally, something shifted.
I gave myself permission to rest without guilt.
I reminded myself that growth happens in the in-between.
That quiet days are fertile ground.
That I don’t need to be brilliant every day – just honest.
I’m still figuring out what success means for me.
Is it 1.000€ a month?
Selling a certain number of prints?
Reaching some follower milestone?
Maybe.
But maybe it’s also this:
Learning to trust myself.
Learning to stay with myself even when I feel off-track.
Learning to believe that showing up as I am is still worthy.
So yeah.
Today was lazy.
And beautiful.
And needed.
And if you needed that reminder too:
You’re allowed to rest.
You’re allowed to take a breath without falling behind.
You’re allowed to be both ambitious and tired.
And you’re doing better than you think.