it's not that i’m mad. it’s just… the guy at the pottery class shattered my mug. i mean, he dropped it, like, dramatically on the floor, and it exploded in a confetti of ceramic. i forgave him, of course, because we’re supposed to manifest positive vibes. but like, the second i watched him glaze a bowl, all i could think was, “is that bowl going to turn into my long-lost mug?” at this point, i mig...
i panicked and said "thank you" when they said "i love you." it wasn’t because i didn’t love them back. no, it was because i just realized my cactus was dying. instead of diving into my feelings, i ended up just wishing for more sun and less pressure. if only my love life had as much sunlight as that sad little plant.
i was convinced my pottery skills were destined for greatness. i imagined myself showcasing masterpieces, sipping tea in a sunlit studio. then my last creation looked more like a cactus that lost a fight with a lawnmower. now my funeral outfit's ready because clearly, i can't bury my dreams deep enough to hide that monstrosity. at this point, i’m just preparing for the public art outcry that’ll follow my next ‘creation.’
i was convinced my pottery skills were destined for greatness. i imagined myself showcasing masterpieces, sipping tea in a sunlit studio. then my last creation looked more like a cactus that lost a fight with a lawnmower. now my funeral outfit's ready because clearly, i can't bury my dreams deep enough to hide that monstrosity. at this point, i’m just preparing for the public art outcry that’ll follow my next ‘creation.’
if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, remember that you have faced tough times before and found your way through. this season may be heavy, but it will not last forever, and brighter days are ahead. #Encouragement #Healing