Steps to forgive

I think I've stopped dissolving. This painting has gone through as many transformations as my flighty horoscope-gemini-mood-moon-calendar! First it was too illustrative, then unbearably dark and shadowy. A frustrated brainless attack left the painting a surface victim. Now, after today, I find the line and color are resolving themselves. In my own life I am starting to feel less the protagonist in a dramatic short story, not as much in the guilt ridden shadows, and actually, eventually, more substantial and brilliant. It took measures such as confessional tea dates with very patient girlfriends, driving across states to help a bigger cause, spending time rooted with siblings, working the gratitude list, crying salty oceans, and telling myself over and over that I forgive me. I forgive me. I didn't do it perfectly, but I can believe in more joy. The maps in the image are of places I have been and had wonderful times in... Boulder, Boston, etc..