29 Faces, Day 15

I had high hopes of actually painting a face today, but that didn't happen. I am squeaking in this quick sketch just to say that I am on time and up to date. It's becoming a bit more stressful to keep up as other things are starting up and my time is being eaten. This reminds me so much of the year I tried my best to do NaNoWriMo (google it!) in November and finally gave up.  Why do we add this kind of stress to our already over-committed existence? What are we trying to prove?