Getting closer

I ordered two new brushes and some new tubes of watercolor paint. I waited for them to arrive. As it turns out, I typed in the wrong address, and there was a slight delay in delivery. I was so excited to open the box. I imagined the things those colors in the tubes would become. Then life as usual jumped in the way. There was homework to be done. Laundry, cooking and cleaning. Visitors were arriving soon, so I quickly placed the brushes and paints in a drawer out of the way.
They are still in the drawer. I also have a new pad of watercolor paper, but I am not sure exactly where it is at the moment. I keep thinking the conditions need to be just write, but we all know that is not going to happen.
I am creating again now that I am teaching. Even if it is a post for a group at school.
To be honest I am just afraid. Afraid of what I might not be. What if I am not as good as I thought I was. Then I have to ask myself…”Who are you painting for?” When I decide I am ready to paint for me I think the time will be right. When I think of painting now, I think of what I can paint for others. That’s when the doubt creeps in to my mind, my soul.
There is so much I want to do, but so few hours in the day.