December turned out to be simply amazing.The month began wit..

December turned out to be simply amazing.

The month began with wonderful news: I finally scheduled an appointment with a psychiatrist and got my tests done. Plus, SG bought my set, I sold two small paintings, and even one of my most recent works.

That last piece, however, barely broke even — all because of my perfectionism.

Yes, I’m that person who organizes clothes by color, meticulously sorts items by size, and aligns everything on shelves almost with a ruler. The slightest disorder unsettles me to the point where I feel the urge to fix it, even when I’m visiting someone else’s house.

The same happened with this painting. Even though someone bought it, I wasn’t fully satisfied with it. The work felt incomplete, but I needed the money, so I decided to sell it.

Luckily, the shipping was scheduled for Monday, which gave me the weekend to perfect it.

I wasn’t happy with how it reflected light, there were streaks of varnish visible in places, and for some reason, parts of the canvas had bubbled up. I couldn’t stop imagining the buyer unboxing it and being disappointed. These thoughts left me so anxious that my stomach started to hurt.

Then, my friend suggested using epoxy resin. It seemed like a lifesaver — it could fix all the imperfections on the surface. But there was a catch: it was Saturday. Ordering resin from Germany would mean waiting more than a week, and I didn’t have that kind of time.

Thankfully, I found small bottles of resin at a jewelry supply store. I bought two, as the canvas was quite large, and got to work right away.

The entire day, I barely left the painting alone, constantly checking to make sure no dust or stray hairs settled on the surface. I inspected it every five minutes, and my nerves were on edge.

On Sunday, it was time to apply the second layer, but I was critically short on time. Resin takes 36 hours to cure, and the shipping deadline was looming. On top of that, I developed an allergy to the resin fumes.

Finally, the moment of truth arrived. On Monday morning, when the resin had fully cured, I saw it — a massive hair right in the center of the painting. It was a nightmare! But I found a solution: I carefully sanded the surface, repainted the frame, finished the back of the painting, and… added a tiny planet to cover the spot where the hair had been.

In the end, everything turned out perfectly. All that’s left is to attach the hardware, string a wire for hanging, and package it for shipping — the most nerve-wracking step of all. I’m still worried about how it will arrive, but I will do everything I could.

Ultimately, I ended up with an allergy, nearly had a nervous breakdown, and completely drained myself with anxiety. But you know what? I’m 95% happy with the result. And honestly, that’s good enough.