Delicate, like carefully excavating a problem made entirely for and by you, that only you can set right, which is sort of delightfully silly when you think about it.
Almost always best when it’s ephemeral and seems insignificant, i.e. stacking the sugar packets while you’re waiting for breakfast.
Can be transcendent and humbling, a privilege and a burden, serious and ridiculous.
Horse witchery - it doesn’t matter if you’re actually doing it or not if people think you are.
One of those things where failure is absolutely necessary, still usually a bummer when it happens though.
Pretty clearly illustrates your values, whether you intend it to or not.
A lot like cleaning your house: it’s so much better for you when you do it regularly, when the need builds up it gets overwhelming, but once you finally do it you feel like you can breathe normally again and you ask yourself “why did I put that off so long?”.
Sometimes it’s the only way to say what you mean, and maybe no one will understand it, but someone might.
It’s wild how your hands and brain work and think together. I cannot underscore enough how grateful I am that my hands can do what my brain wants them to do, and that my brain is clever enough to learn from what my hands are telling it.
Almost always best when it’s ephemeral and seems insignificant, i.e. stacking the sugar packets while you’re waiting for breakfast.
Can be transcendent and humbling, a privilege and a burden, serious and ridiculous.
Horse witchery - it doesn’t matter if you’re actually doing it or not if people think you are.
One of those things where failure is absolutely necessary, still usually a bummer when it happens though.
Pretty clearly illustrates your values, whether you intend it to or not.
A lot like cleaning your house: it’s so much better for you when you do it regularly, when the need builds up it gets overwhelming, but once you finally do it you feel like you can breathe normally again and you ask yourself “why did I put that off so long?”.
Sometimes it’s the only way to say what you mean, and maybe no one will understand it, but someone might.
It’s wild how your hands and brain work and think together. I cannot underscore enough how grateful I am that my hands can do what my brain wants them to do, and that my brain is clever enough to learn from what my hands are telling it.