Going to start thinking of my stress headaches as my urge to burn shit down fighting to break free. Maybe it'll help, or maybe it'll just make me more bitey (I know which I'm hoping for)

I'm three days into the work year, and I've already resorted to putting my comfort albums on repeat 😬

Life has thrown some major curve balls lately, so I did what I do best when stressed: got a new piercing. Things will get worse before they get better, but I'm moving towards a place where I can picture a future.

Opened my work laptop and immediately wanted to nap 😴

Ok creative friends.
*sets squirt bottle on the desk*

Let talk a second.

You. Do. Not. Need. To. Apologize. For. Promoting. Yourself.

*brandishes squirt bottle*
Stop it! For two reasons, one practical, one philosophical. A brief thread.

Feeling very pathetic and generally sorry for myself. I've come down with a head cold and promptly morphed into a sulky child 😅

In two days it'll be a year since I threw my book into the world (and then promptly did zero marketing because life~). I had intended to celebrate by releasing an audio book version, but life~ happened again. Ah well, maybe I'll do better with book two 😅