I don’t like it when I try to answer a question that is too big/I don’t know the answer to but I feel like I should, because then I start postulating/digging and it’s not quite right and then I accidentally told a lie.
Sometimes the answer is so dense it can’t be a word or a string of so many words
I’m in this self-loathing spiral right now, and my thoughts are pretty negative and I don’t love that, I guess, but I accept it.
Side note there are some leftover potatoes of two varieties in my fridge and I’m so hungry but it’s cold, and I don’t want to get out of bed
I drink coffee through my dance classes, which is kind of
The successes of the day: I was vulnerable and honest (which is why I feel so gross, mostly)
One of my students jumped so high
I made progress on a dance I’m determined to love
I rescheduled a thing instead of letting it slip into oblivion even though I was feeling majorly unfocused
I curled my hair when I felt gross
Tomorrow I might meditate I feel so far from it
I remember that often there are really good things on the other side of challenging things
There’s a ballet barre version of When Doves Cry in my head
dededos
prguitarman
romaincrisis
gummygunk
discoholicmusic
stormborns
dailybridgerton
theartofmadeline
