Every once in a black moon, I actually feel a sense of achievement in something I’ve created and not just a sense of relief that I’m finished making it. Sometimes I want to keep going, but then it all becomes too much. Stop when it’s perfect.

Dopamine comes in hot only to betray me. Highs and lows battle for an outcome in vein because in the end, I have go to work. Work is all that matters, right?

Why do I always feel like it’s the end of the world when I mess up? Is it because I’m an adult and I’m not supposed to make stupid mistakes?

Why is social media so much better than mixed media and the art of found things? It really isn’t, and we still gravitate toward it. What does it take for us to get back to the old ways?

Why does loving yourself have to be a journey? Growing up with this inherent need 2 compare yourself 2 others. What a wreckage of your soul. We R like blades of grass. There R many of us, but on the Universal scale we R so rare and unique. Celebrate your differences. Don’t compare yourself 2 others.