My mind is also in a sweaty place of detangling thoughts that have some very deep roots. I've been doing a lot of soul work this year. It has been hard and it has been sweaty and I have often wanted to give up.
There really are so many emotional hurdles to overcome before painting a piece of furniture. Should I paint this? What kind of paint should I use? What color? Do I need to sand this entire thing down? What supplies do I need? Do I have the talent to do this? What if I ruin it forever?!
I feel like the first half of this year tried to bury me under a truckload of fear and unworthiness that God was wanting to heal. But man, it was hard. I wanted to hide, not shine. I wanted to become invisible, not take up more space.