lately like i feel like a mystery to myself, ruled by emotional “weather” that seems to come and go without my having much say about it. i’ll wake up to a dark cloudy sky - going on with the day feels like moving through mud, i feel sad and angry and bitter, and can’t imagine how i’ll go on… looking for ways out, ways to take a day off, ways to escape, rooms to hide in. then little by little, after going through the motions, the winds change, the clouds dissipate a little and life feels manageable again. i can think about the future more receptively, laugh at a joke or at myself, feel inspired by something. i feel like i can keep going for a bit.
i’ve given up trying to attribute it to something - why do i feel this way, is it hormones? am i just tired? is it grief? do i just need a cookie?
instead it just seems like all i can do is to keep pushing at the boat in the sand, pushing, pushing, until it gradually lifts off the gritty shore and glides smooth and effortlessly across the water.
This is by far one of my fav typographies. if anyone knows the photographer behind the text, please let me know :)
(Source: cwote.co, via chance-a-simple-gardener)
Life is tough, but you’re tougher! Bringing back one of my favorites since I’m at the SacAnime artist alley (IZ-13) this weekend!