I titled this piece "NewDay", because I've been having heavy fights with myself for the past few months about... hope. Sometimes it's heavier than other times, but the overarching fact is there were a few days where I didn't want to get up, I didn't want to try again, I didn't want to push myself, because what's the point?
And that's where this artwork comes in. Through all the imposter syndrome, overthinking and rationalizations, I kept trying to get myself to tomorrow. Tomorrow is a new day. Nothing happens overnight, but the pay off for all the late nights and early mornings could still be tomorrow. If I didn't take the leaps I took, forced myself to make my bed, brush my teeth, get dressed and try again, I wouldn't be where I am now.