rain, you old friend, foe.
Posted on | November 13, 2009 | Leave A Comment
i find that sometimes when i stop spinning, wild like a top, the world slows into focus and i lose myself.
i crave feedback, i crave praise and when i get it, i refuse to believe it. i seem bent on self-destruction. i was always one of those people that sought to have the lowest possible expectations so that i could avoid failure and disappointment.
and yet.
somewhere buried under all the mess of toppling deprecation, is a wild and hopeful dreamer, wondering what amazing life lies ahead.
right now, i am quaking in my boots, trying to make important decisions about my work and business in getting ready for the craft fair… trying to figure out the best uses of my time and resources… trying (and somewhat failing) to use the left side of my brain.
sorry for the mess of a post. i just sort of drew and wrote exactly what is in my head today. it’s not really sorted out just yet.
love,
sam
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