i have slowly come to realize that for the last (nearly) ten years, i’ve ignored myself because of who i chose to be with; i got complacent.
whoah. that stings, bob. reading that sentence makes me exhale deliberately.
recently, i’ve been antsy and anxious and feeling like i need to do something; make something beautiful, create anything, keep up with this blog so in ten years, i can look back on someone who made a decision (with help and support) to be happy and did something with that energy.
i went to college to design things and i haven’t done anything remotely visually interesting in at least 8 years. knitting doesn’t count.
bah.
side note: i discovered today that i can go down a watchband hole. it reminded me how skinny i was/got when i left my last serious partner.
