Early on I learned that using force to create simply does not work for me. I remember getting frustrated seeing others just sit there, perfectly concentrating on their work almost without any effort or care in the world. I could not. Smell of paint would put me off, creaking of the wooden floor would put me off. I would go home and redo everything in my own little world without judgement of eyes of teachers over my shoulder.
Need for space, no intrusions or distractions and no pressure.
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Song of the day: Hurts - Somebody to Die For
Thought of the day: Allow yourself little bit of freedom; Too much white noise
Tiny happiness of the day: I have something to look forward to