Thursday, August 15th 2019


Perfection is an insurmountable mountain I feel I must conquer in order to prove my worth. It causes anxiety-inducing, heart-stopping, soul-crushing doubt in my mind. If I cannot create perfection, then I should not even start to create.

I have many blank notebooks, planners, journals, sketch pads. I have many recorded videos never edited and/or never uploaded. I have half-written poems, stories, ideas. I have many lists without a single thing checked off.

Purchasing craft items/materials and actually crafting are two very separate hobbies. I collect. I do not create.

There is something blocking my path. It is out of focus and hard to see. But when I squint and it becomes less blurred, I can see that it is me.