navigating

over coffee with my mom this morning: “sometimes we hesitate to invite people into our life because we feel like our space isn’t good enough yet. things are a little messy, or our place settings don’t match, or our situation isn’t quite what we want it to be. don’t let that stop you. invite people in anyway.”

Currently going through a weird transition in my life where, I don’t know what the fuck is going on, who I am, what I want, or where my life’s taking me, but somehow I’m super calm, and surprisingly more present than I’ve ever been.

I go feral for antiques. Who held you? Who loved you? How did you end up here, with me?

i am so determined to fall more in love with life. intentionally romanticising the walks i am on, the birds chirping, the blooming nature around me, the water in my cup of tea turning from a light peach tone to a dark pink, the poetry i write, the things i am learning, my handwriting, dozing off while sitting in front of my window, all of it and more. I have to take a closer look at the little things that make my heart beat faster.

i don’t know who needs to hear this but just because someone doesn’t see value in your work doesn’t mean your work lacks value