So last night I started reading The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexei. Page thirteen and I had to put it down because I was sobbing (another reason I don't read in public); however, it was the good cry in the was that it's like, your heart is being ripped out and at the same time it makes you so motivated to appreciate all the opportunities you've had in life. I also couldn't read for a bit. I had to distract myself. So I decided to work on my painting again and not only was I going to work on it, I was going to paint her face, the part I've been avoiding because I'm scared I'll mess it up.
Now this is where this book is different from inspirational cards or mass email forwards, because I did mess up the face. Big time. I had no idea what I was doing and it showed. But you know what? I don't care. I mean, I'm going to fix it but I wasn't upset. I was just still so touched by the words from this book that I was just happy that I was able to have the time to sit down and spend an evening painting. And I messed it up but I still have the time and resources to work on it again. Thirteen pages and I've never been so humble or so thankful for what I had and what I've been given.
I'd show you picture but somehow her lips are like, under her right eye. It's weird. And the rest of the painting flows but her face is rather... muddy. It's not a good thing.
Go out, buy this book, and read it. Like, right now.