loose threads

The photo above represents 14 months of writing. Processing. Thinking. Putting lots of words in some sort of order. Weird ideas. Bad ideas. Half-baked ideas. Things I’ve written while falling asleep. Things I’ve written at the beach, in airports, hotel rooms, my backyard. (Mostly my bed.) Sketches and doodles. So many daisies. Quotes I found. Short poems I love. Lots of secrets..

This is significant for me, so I’m going to be a little obnoxious about it and celebrate myself. There are times when it’s hard to think about all the time I lost when I couldn’t write or when it was so difficult that I gave up almost immediately, but I want to enjoy this moment and abundance for as long as it lasts — everything is temporary.

Thank you again to everyone who visits and likes my posts! I do appreciate you so, so much ❤