Color progress continues. This one has been evolving slowly. The background carries an explosion, which has taken time to shape. A lot of mapping, erasing, redoing. Some elements resist being visualized until they’re felt through.
That’s true of emotion too. I’ve spent a long time learning how to sit with feelings that once knocked me off course. What helped most was something simple but life-changing: learning that I am not my thoughts.
This idea came from Acceptance and Commitment Therapy. It teaches that we are the observer, not the storm. Just because a thought appears doesn’t mean we have to believe it. Just because we feel something doesn’t mean we have to act on it. Thoughts pass. Feelings pass. What remains is the space between them — the space where we choose how to respond.
That lesson took years to learn, and I still practice it every day. Staying composed isn’t passive. It’s work. And it’s a kind of quiet strength rarely recognized.
You don’t have to become what you feel. You can hold space for it and let it move on.
