I'm a writer, I draw, I'm a seamstress, I'm a blacksmith, I'm a jeweler, I'm a woodworker, I'm a tattoo artist, I'm a drummer, I'm a shoemaker, I'm a bowyer, I'm a bookbinder, I'm a modelist, I'm a flint knapper, I'm starting pottery and I'm not gonna stop there.
I'm not good at any of it. And yet i keep trying. I have to remind myself I'm doing these for me. Productivity was never the goal.
There will never be enough time to master any of them. Truly i will be a master of none my whole life but i want to be at peace with that. I will not be a specialist. And that's ok.
I started shaping the world around me when i was pretty young and it took me 26 years to understand i could also shape myself and my body to reflect who i am. All my life i have been obsessed with understanding how to transform materials into things, tools, art. I'm not "good" at any of it. But i AM transforming. I'm doing it, there's so much to learn, so much to shape, so many materials to try, so many transectional skills and approaches. All fascinating, all wondrous.
In 2 weeks I'm starting something that will take two years and an enormous ammount of energy out of me, it's my choice, i want it, i want this masters degree and it is in my head one step closer to becoming the closest possible thing to a starfleet science officer.
But I'll still be all of those things. I'm writing this to force myself to remember when i feel fucking worthless in my bed at night that whatever happens i will still be all those things. All those things that bring me the infinite joy of shaping the world around me.
Yeah im becoming Nora the archaeologist but i will forever be Nora the craftswoman AS WELL. Bitches know i contain multitudes :3
Catch me in 5 years being a super hot doctor in archaeology with a background in Every. Single. Form of craftsmanship
