MY EYES ARE CLOSED, my breath warm and sufficient. I feel connected and ready for the next moment. I softly open my eyes, reach for my paintbrush, and slosh blue paint across my page. And there it is—fear. My teeth clench, and I think how silly I was to even think I could paint.
I often tell myself that, but today is different. Today, because of my mindfulness practice, I notice this pernicious story as it begins to take shape. So instead of giving in to fear and self-doubt, I pause, place my hand on my heart, and choose a compassionate
