I went to my studio for the first time in about a month this morning. Many factors contributed to my absence there (and here too, and maybe I'll write about those in the near future) and even though I had sensed a need for a break a few months ago, I resisted taking it because I knew how hard it would be to go back. It was a truly nerve wracking experience to step through those doors again - my heart was pounding, my hands shaking - but it finally felt like time to get back to work. I tried to keep my expectations low and just allow myself to play with putting paint on canvas. And while I did manage to do that for the most part, I never really let go of the self-consciousness and anxiety that I entered with.
Even so, it still felt good to be there and I'm planning to go back tomorrow. :)