Change

The beauty of a new beginning is time. It takes an infinite amount even for the simplest things. For some reason, this fact still surprises me. It seems like I'm already getting something, but no. Maybe I expect more from myself. And I have an illusory idea of how quickly and efficiently this work can be done. I don't see anything else for myself but to relax and continue. There is no other way.

And today I remembered my childhood feeling that I love flowers and plants. At some time I liked cacti and all the windows were lined with them)). But closer to adolescence, as it turned out, I stopped feeling value for myself in them at all. I thought it was cool to be a girl who doesn't like flowers. It's so unusual)).

Has anyone had a similar experience?

The work is done in watercolor.