When I realized this post was a confession of sorts, I went looking for the last one. It was a deep dive that took me all the way back to October 17, 2021. I read the post. Three things shocked me.
First, the number. Sixteen confessions? Wow, I do reveal a lot.
Second, the date. Eight months? Boy, can I be inconsistent.
Finally, the content. Procrastination? Missed writing opportunities? Apparently I have not changed much.
Just like I explained in that last confession, I approached this post intending to write something specific, on a topic I chose a week ago. However, life and my habits got in the way. And just like last time, I draw the same conclusion: sitting down and typing all this out is still better than skipping another week.
Or giving up entirely.
(It has been a month since I have shared artwork. Found this a week ago while researching a different topic. Can't remember the original topic, but I noticed her face among the list of images that came up. Besides that look on her face, there is something about a woman in a hat. The artist is Emile Friant. I found a few of his other works interesting and beautiful.)
