Bird no. 394. Chop (inktober). . Sometimes dance class brings out the worst in me. . I'm trying to follow the choregraphy and I can see myself in the mirror looking totally stupid. That's bad enough. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I notice the girl beside me is this flawless angel of infinite grace, every limb perfectly coordinated and every step in perfect time. . It's hard to watch 🤣 . I'm getting better at noticing when I'm inwardly trying to cut people down to my level. . That awareness has been creating space between my observation and my reaction, which is long enough to ask some questions and make a choice about what happens next. . How much more fun would I be having if I celebrated her success instead of seething alone in jealousy? What would it be like to have a friendship instead of a weird, unidirectional competition? How much better would I feel if I didn't care how "good" I was compared to anyone else? . Awareness is the first step, that's all I know for sure. . Here's a self-portrait of me at my saltiest 🤣 My posture is dead-on btw👌 . . . . . I wanted to "chop" this one and make a repeating pattern, so I drew some honeysuckles... but it still needs some work I think. I wish I loved drawing flowers and plants, but I might never (and that's okay I guess 😂😅) . . #inktober #inktober2018 #saltyaf #chop (at Montreal, Quebec) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpWJZ_2Fuip/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=slr72h1qp7gx