Where does it come from?
Where does it go?
I used to lose myself in daydreams of design and creativity, but now all I think about is when I’ll have time for a nap- never wanting to do anything for myself because I might miss an opportunity to rest.
I’ve never been very good at the action side of my dreaming. I don’t really expect anyone else to do my things for me either. I think I am afraid of failing. Why wouldn’t I try something new? Who cares if I build a table or sew a dress that look less than stellar? What’s lost? What’s learned…? I could just pick up and try again- it would be better the second (hopefully).
Insecurities. Excuses. Lack of Motivation. To be happy with me, me… me?
I love my guys. Somewhere in taking on what it means to be a good…
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