Lately I’ve felt very low energy and absent but, thinking about these things ignites my motivation.

It’s one of the few things from my childhood that has stayed filled with wonder. All I’ve ever wanted when I was kid was to make pretty things, feel and give love, and help people. Selfishly, being altruistic makes me feel little and good, nothing feels nicer than seeing someone you love smile.

Before I go, I really want to be able to look back and feel like I tried my best and be happy with my art. I wish I could quit my job and work on art as my main focus. Being able to convey my feelings and emotions into something that I can see feels profound.

I’ll sniffle for a bit, get back up and dust my knees off and start walking a new trail.

It’s overwhelming in good and bad ways and it always all pours out into one feeling, a genuine incomprehensible awe. It always seems to be brought on after a change in my life that reshapes how I comprehend and perceive my surroundings. It’s like starting over as a child and relearning everything.

Sometimes at night I’ll go outside and look up into stars. I get lost in a feeling like I am reliving my entire life up until the present and it doesn’t feel like a daydream, it’s very much in the moment and I feel sad and happy and thankful and scared that I’ve been able to have this journey.

heckie 😳

I wanna come visit! Miss you guys 🥰

Every time I get a restock email my brain is like, “oh yeah, I should get some before they’re gone” and then I go to put them in the closet and I’m like, why are you like this 😐

THAT SWEATER 😭