Before the explosion.
Here it is, the freak-out beginning to creep in. I don't know where to start on this, and making minimal strides forward isn't going to be helpful for me in the long-run. I just want this to be done with. I just want things to be completed and put away into storage forever. I know things will all work out, but that means I need to also be putting in the work, finding encouragement, finding the motivation to create. I want to do this, I do. My space doesn't give me that energy, I think I've discovered. Tuesday, I will scream, after that, I'll scream some more. I just have to push forward.









