But now, when I look at them, I see a lot of flaws. I see the weird angle of the purple flower bulb. I see exaggerated, bulbous flowers that seem ready to explode with something. I see colors what didn't translate well from paper to digital, etc. Sometimes all I see are the flaws.
So, what has changed? Nothing. The painting (water colored pencils) certainly didn't change since I painted it. So why does it look differently to me now? Because I've changed. Or I had a bad day (which I didn't), etc. Maybe this is a good lesson to remember. That when things (or people) bug me, they didn't change (most likely). But I had, or the perspective I had on it (or the person) changed, and it made all the difference.
For now, I try to remember that I used to love these flower and that my children still like them. And soon enough, I'm sure I'll like these flowers, again.
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