Remembering to Breathe

wire cutters courtesy of J. to help hang the paintings

The paintings are up on the wall, prints packaged and ready to go, the outfit for the affair carefully chosen (casual chic with a bit of an edge).

The butterflies are flying rampant about tomorrow's official opening for this month's solo art exhibit called Abstract Play. A little voice crying Insecurity is coming in loud and clear with words like "impostor", "fraud" and "Who do you think you are?"

Luckily there's a second voice chiming in with words like "Wow!", "Way to go!" and "Frig those paintings look good on the wall!"

And through it all I remember to breathe.