Overwhelmed

The moment I walked into the art gallery, I was overwhelmed.  How could my art hold up to the art already displayed at the Rosewood Art Gallery?  Was I even going to ask my friends and family to come or would I be too embarrassed?  And I had ever wanted to be was an artist, but had always had serious doubt I could really make it. 

As I slowly wandered around the gallery, I tried to calm myself down, I needed to pump myself up so I could get my career going.  Needed to pump myself so I could move out of the unheated apartment I lived in.  I loved my apartment and my neighborhood, but I was getting too old to take cold showers and have to get out in the freezing cold apartment air. 

The more I looked at the current exhibition, the more confident I became.  This wasn’t any better than my art.  Different, but not better.  At the last wall of paintings, I came to a dead stop.  I couldn’t believe who was in front of me and that she had the audacity to show her face here.  Caroline was the reason I had lost my confidence.  She was the reason I lost my scholarship.  Caroline was a saboteur and until now, I hadn’t seen her in years.  I had known she was an artist, but it was that this was her show.