A/N - i look at my writing, and I am quite shocked myself. Did I write all this?
I've had some proud moments!
Question is, do I still have it in me?
How is everyone?
Is this my writing comeback after 4 years?
I appreciate the patience of those who waited for SOOO long.
I understand to those who may have left, as there was uncertainty.
ENJOY and LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK !
******
Lisa was a hopeless romantic with unrealistic dreams. She felt like a failure after she was fired from her previous job, in what felt like yearssss. That rhymes, huh?
However, hopeless and unrealistic was something Lisa was trying to push away. Life brought amazing opportunities, and to feel like certain opportunities were unrealistic and hopeless, was a self limiting belief.
These beliefs were what prevented success.
Tonight had gone as planned, in fact, better than planned. Her young models had a bright future ahead, the event was seamless, her entire support circle was there to cheer her on. Considering this event was highly publicized, lisa had the opportunity to build new connections and possible business opportunities. Cheers to her own bright future as well, right?
Despite the positive circumstances, the imposter syndrome was really kicking in, and she started to question if this was real and whether if she deserved it.
Did she deserve it?
What did she do to deserve it?
Wasn't she supposed to be a moping bum for the rest of her life?
She was reflecting how the past few months had dramatically changed.
After many congratulations, and responding with thanks and gratitude, she finally had the opportunity to go back to her make-up room.
She sighed allowed, the exhaustion slowly creeping in. Tears started to form in her eyes. And as we all know, she beautifully tries to hide it with her contagious and vibrant smile.
One drop slowly trailed down her cheek, and she was quick to wipe away with her right finger.
"How's my baby doing??" The familiar voice of Jisoo crept behind, and both made eye contact in the mirror. Lisa was at a loss of words, but the tears started to form.
"Aww baby, why are you crying?" Jisoo brought Lisa into her arms, holding her dearly like she was a delicate being.
Lisa couldn't respond, as a lump formed in her throat, silencing her from just an overwhelming amount of emotions.
The imposter syndrome was stronger than she expected, and she almost felt like she couldn't entirely appreciate tonight's event any longer.
YOU ARE READING
The artist - lismin
Fanfiction"If you could paint a piece of art, what would it be?" "All I know is that, my art would be drawn on you. I'd like to make it permanent." ---- When a tattoo artist college drop out meets a hopeless romantic with big unrealistic dreams. What happen...
