Goodness.

Gosh.

I'm absolutely terrible. Really.

I had a mental breakdown last night after some pushing from my mother to practice portions, not just free hand full sketches. I'm one of those people who really can't stand confinement, and the fact that this particular practice sketch was so good, I was really intimidated by it. I'm the type of person who can't stand failing; it's a mixture of a pride issue and a self-confidence issue.

But after my spasm-induced headache finally went away around noon this afternoon, I realized that my mother, like always, was right. The practices are what I desperately need, especially if I'm striving for realism and not patheticism.

So, from here on out, I'm going to listen to her completely and not completely criticize myself. I'm only a beginner, after all.