Draw badly. Write nonsensically. Embroider messily. Burn what you bake and cook. Get paint everywhere. Read half a book. Lose your mind for a bit. Plant things. Have faith in the process. Abandon 70 wood-carving projects. Get a kit and do some of it and never return to it. Get comfortable with sucking and losing motivation. Continue to create with reckless abandon.

I think I need to go into the mountains and sit on a peak and let the cold air clear my head for a while.

Your exhaustion is not shameful. It is not a moral failure to be physically, mentally or emotionally tired. It is okay to be overwhelmed. You're not inferior to anyone just because it's hard for you to keep up with a fast-paced life.

I love you thunderstorm lullabies. I love you foggy mornings. I love you misty days. I love you birds playing in puddles. I love you raindrop-bejeweled blades of grass. I love you cool breeze.

“you attract/manifest what you fear” aaahhhh fangs in my neck so scary AH . i’m so soso scared of that happening. fangs. going in my

You will have moments when you ask yourself, “am i worth loving?” And the answer must always be yes. Even if you don’t feel it all the time.