Oh, ya'll...I'm exhausted. And fairly satisfied with myself to boot. There's still the faint, intoxicating smell of paint fumes emanating from the walls of my little red room, and I've done it. I've done what I assigned my Artist's Way group to do last week. To do one thing that scares you. For me, it has been to paint this room all by myself. I kept waiting for help. And waiting. For months. Mistake. Sometimes in life there just isn't going to be any back-up. You just have to go in alone and not be afraid of the outcome. I'd never painted a room before, and I was afraid to commit the red to the walls. I've finally realized that the fear of failure was the failure, and I no longer cared what the room would look like when I was done. And here it is--a little red writing room if I ever saw one.