Unapologetically Me!
I barely had the strength to board the plane in Fiji for my return flight. Too much work, too much travel!
I know when I’’m spiraling downward because I begin apologizing for everything—I’’m sorry for saying that, for doing this, for being too loud, for being too quiet—basically, for being me. I’’m sorry for the ice cream truck going by yet again, and for the weather, and for wars and famines. I went down this rabbit hole regularly—a sorry mess!
I had come down with malaria and bronchitis in the Solomon Islands and took meds and did the usual hibernation after a long-haul flight. But my body refused to play ball: it stopped making energy.
My doctor found nothing wrong with me, and suggested I just needed a vacation at the beach.
Four months later, I emerged from my bedroom—slowly, cautiously.
I learned to say no to exciting opportunities and pace myself. And I learned to stop apologizing for who I am and to treasure the person I was created to be.
Which is where this painting comes in: it’’s a visual reminder to be “Unapologetically Me!””
I barely had the strength to board the plane in Fiji for my return flight. Too much work, too much travel!
I know when I’’m spiraling downward because I begin apologizing for everything—I’’m sorry for saying that, for doing this, for being too loud, for being too quiet—basically, for being me. I’’m sorry for the ice cream truck going by yet again, and for the weather, and for wars and famines. I went down this rabbit hole regularly—a sorry mess!
I had come down with malaria and bronchitis in the Solomon Islands and took meds and did the usual hibernation after a long-haul flight. But my body refused to play ball: it stopped making energy.
My doctor found nothing wrong with me, and suggested I just needed a vacation at the beach.
Four months later, I emerged from my bedroom—slowly, cautiously.
I learned to say no to exciting opportunities and pace myself. And I learned to stop apologizing for who I am and to treasure the person I was created to be.
Which is where this painting comes in: it’’s a visual reminder to be “Unapologetically Me!””
I barely had the strength to board the plane in Fiji for my return flight. Too much work, too much travel!
I know when I’’m spiraling downward because I begin apologizing for everything—I’’m sorry for saying that, for doing this, for being too loud, for being too quiet—basically, for being me. I’’m sorry for the ice cream truck going by yet again, and for the weather, and for wars and famines. I went down this rabbit hole regularly—a sorry mess!
I had come down with malaria and bronchitis in the Solomon Islands and took meds and did the usual hibernation after a long-haul flight. But my body refused to play ball: it stopped making energy.
My doctor found nothing wrong with me, and suggested I just needed a vacation at the beach.
Four months later, I emerged from my bedroom—slowly, cautiously.
I learned to say no to exciting opportunities and pace myself. And I learned to stop apologizing for who I am and to treasure the person I was created to be.
Which is where this painting comes in: it’’s a visual reminder to be “Unapologetically Me!””
16 x 20” oil on canvas. Framed size: 17 x 21”.