Finding My Voice

Comparison isn't the thief of joy as much as it is creativity. Even just writing this is difficult. Constantly pressuring myself to be good enough. Always thinking I never am.

Post grad is uncomfortable, grief is weird, family schisms are rough and I feel like I'm always doing everything wrong. Did I pick the wrong major? It was right to take a pause from grad school but I feel so incredibly behind. I try to create more crochet pieces but sometimes I get stuck trying to make something that would make my late grandmother proud (making things instead of giving the craft up all together as I process living in a yellow-stained world..I don't know, Kay Porter said it best with grieving).

I'm finding my footing and I want to share that here. Keep track of my progress, becoming a better writer, speaker, designer, crocheter, and many other things. Finding the desire to follow my pursuits, and overcoming the guilt of forgetting those joys.