What does it feel like to be held by you?
you, holding you?
My own hands.
There are only so many times
I can beat myself up for things I feel-
maybe that means I stop doing that
and start taking shit into
my own hands.
Fullness.
It’s better
bolder
richer
brighter
fuller
than you think.
even when it feels dim.
Attempts.
This is my 5th attempt at starting my gratitude journal this morning-
but my first attempt at being kind to myself vs. “beating myself up and or overanalyzing”-
Making my thoughts about something else other than something painful-
is hard.
CHANGES EVERYTHING
So, I am proud of myself for taking a leap of faith last week.
Gratitude
Art history
Turning heat on in home.
Buying myself a gift.
A pone cals tis someone that I rarely have had a chance to chat with.
A really rad meeting :)
Proud of myself for my ability to never want to give up.
Knowing I Amin my own way.
Cool Runnings.
Finding old journals with preliminary sketches.
Black & White photos.
My tears are fluid.
My laughs are my language.
Shifts.
JOY