The story so far:
Hi , my name is L____ , and I'm a perfectionist with a light case of ADD . They are the reasons why I had abandoned so many projects in the past ( if I couldn't get them just right from the start , they did not worth my time ) .
But I'm not going to describe myself for thirty days . That would make me a narcissist , which I'm not .
Instead of looking in the mirror , I look around . My room has so many objects ( I'd never dare to call it a clutter ) : in an art corner , there is a stack of unfinished paintings by an easel and a few brushes , some are ruined ; opposite of it , a desk with shelves and shelves of books above it ; some balls of yarn , here and there ; a guitar , waiting to be tuned .
Among the things I own is a box of Prismacolor pencils . I use them all the time . You wouldn't believe the colors they come in these days : gold , silver , and even neon .
Every time I need to make a decision on a choice of color , I'd go back to my Prismacolors .
Before now , I had to take them in and out of their boxes ( which was really annoying ) , so I painted a deep wooden box in bright colors to match and put my pencils , all one hundred of them , in .
That's how a new object appeared on my already busy desk : a beautiful bouquet of sharpened color pencils .