There are many days, many times, where a feeling of fitting in feels as distant from me as the moon. Where everyday obligations are smothering. Leaving me just wanting to escape into a roll of film, a bolt of fabric, a ball of yarn. To create and explore and come out more balanced on the other side.
I continuously struggle with my academic decisions. Feeling as if I’m just fulfilling some self-inflicted goal, but for confusing reasons. If a degree out of completion rather than necessity, than why not one of love? The knowledge of why I made these decisions is not lost on me, yet on days like these I can’t seem to find it. When driving to school holding back tears and fears, I long to turn into the ceramics building instead and shove my hands into a slick ball of clay, becoming lost in it. Rather, I travel to a stiff wooden table and attempt to cram my head full of knowledge as to not feel left behind in discussions.
Life is a journey and I'll keep moving forward.
Love and Puppy Kisses,