She’s walking. She doesn’t know exactly where she’s going, but she’s going.
This little 8×8 came right after a piece I made about the woman pulling the box. That one was about baggage – the kind we carry for too long and maybe finally learn to put down. I thought it was a one-time thing. It wasn’t. It had opened something, and this piece followed.
Because even when we let some things go, we still walk around with weight on our shoulders. Maybe we always will. And somewhere in the making of this one, it shifted. It stopped being just about burden and started being about balance. The yin and the yang. The juggling act most of us are quietly doing every single day.
For me that looks like painting, and then switching hats to do the marketing, the social media, the finances. The cooking, the staying active, the showing up. It’s a lot. 🤯 And I don’t think I’m alone in that.
I left it untitled on purpose. Because when I look at her, I see something different depending on the day.
Some days she’s carrying too much. Some days she’s holding it all together beautifully.
Some days she’s just… moving forward, because that’s the only real option.
She’s walking a path she can’t fully see. But she’s learning to appreciate the view along the way.
I think that’s all any of us can do. 🫶
