I have this painting on my wall from my Uncle. He painted it a while back I guess and a little while ago I got an e-mail from him saying he wanted to send it to me. The picture he sent me was beautiful how could I say no?
He calls it Strong Woman and said it made him think of me. To be honest I’m not sure which way it is supposed to go, but this is the way I have it hanging in my office.
I ike it, I like that my Uncle thinks I am a strong woman, I know that I am a lot of the time. But I’m also learning that being ‘strong’ all of the time is bad for your heath. Sometimes you need outside help, sometimes you need to breakdown and cry. It takes real strength to not only know this but to act on it. That is the kind of strong woman I want to be.