making beautiful things - by Ava - bookbear express

This week I was feeling stressed and scattered over nothing in particular. Or rather, I was fretting about several things: an essay I needed to finish, my Substack posting reschedule, the draft of the book that I’m probably going to rewrite for the fourth time, various relationship dilemmas, etc etc. I felt behind on my own life and sort of like my head was being squeezed by a large claw. And then a couple of days ago I realized that I was being an idiot. Because 1) I just want to make beautiful things. And 2) literally nothing is stopping me from doing that.