Yesterday I bought a cute little plant because my room needed some life! (Besides me) and it has greatly improved the walls within which it resides! I can’t wait to see it grow and hopefully not die from my ignorance of plant care.
Today was the first day I did my morning pages in a while, not in the morning but it counts! I think sometimes I forget that allowing thoughts to come out doesn’t mean they’ll come true or that that’s what you think all the time. Let me be clear, it’s wise to mind the things you say, to keep your intention clear when speaking. And, our thoughts are not us. They are small, fleeting, fickle, things that change. Whoever thought of the phrase “make up your mind?” I feel like it’s much more active than that, I’m constantly making and re-making up my mind. I think I know something and then I’m shown how the direct dichotomy exists and thrives alongside it.
The days feel long and also very short. I want to spend time recommitting to the projects I have, and there’s so much fear. Fear I’ll crush it before someone else, fear it won’t be enough. Fear I’ll embarrass myself or people close to me. I’m working to wash that away and come out knowing whatever I have creatively is enough. More than enough. And maybe this is your sign too, that your creations are also more than enough.
