Pastel Art Resilience

Another glorious hour spent defending my corner of the universe against the invisible critiques that somehow appear whenever I bring a new pastel hue to life, my sketchbook looking less like a canvas and more like a battlefield, with each carefully shaded unicorn fighting for a spot on the wall. I swear the light from the window is just my subconscious whispering, “Your work is never good enough,” but I keep doodling because I can't resist turning that noise into something that feels slightly less harsh. Today the bunny I drew decided to add a tiny heart—obviously a direct reply to the criticism from my last self‑check. If anyone needs a reminder that perfectionism is just an art form, let me know—I have a new pastel galaxy waiting to be published. #PastelPanic 🐇