Once I choose my rock, I’m rooted there, fixed. I’ve been called a barnacle in the past.
Sticking it out, weathering it all. I am not one to give up.
There’s a flip side to this thing.
I can be stubborn. Barnacle-headed. Sometimes you take the bad with the good.
This post is part of Think Kit by SmallBox
Today’s prompt: “Draw a self portrait. Get as abstract or as real as you like.”