frustrations

Sometimes I really wonder why I paint.
Or rather, why I continue to paint.
I know why I paint. I have to. I have to create. In one form or another. But there are times when I really struggle with it. Which I can take one of two ways.

I can see it as challenging myself, which is good. If it was easy, everybody would do it.

I can also see where it shouldn't be quite so difficult.

Of course, then there are other times when I feel like everything is coming together and it makes perfect sense. I can see the things that I'm currently working on, and know what I want to do next, and have a good idea of the direction that I'm headed in...