I thought for sure today was the day when I would finally be able to have the picture in my home (specifically, the master bedroom) that I have wanted for so long. But now, I am not so certain. I am feeling defeated and tired and frustrated. I am second-guessing my artistic abilities–it has been SO long since I have tackled oil paints–and I am thiiiiiiissss close to giving up. Would it be worth it to just wait until I have a wall large enough to house the real thing? Am I going to see every error when I wake up in the morning? Both maybes. But I am at the point, where I can stop and forfeit and find something else to put above our bed, or continue painting–giving it my all–and finish it and hope for the best. Crossing my fingers (and toes) that the latter pays off.