oh, how I LOVE a "remember when we...". Those were always my favorites: to reminisce, to share a laugh over silly stories, to realize that someone cares just as much as you about that one memory you hold close to your heart
i bit into my overnight oats the other day and was catapulted back to the fall of my senior year of college.
if i had closed my eyes, i would’ve found myself in my Chicago sunroom, waiting for Hailey to finish making her pesto eggs.
i felt overwhelming nostalgia and a general sense that (oh!) things do turn out ok.
it was awesome.
i felt like the critic from ratatouille.
Abolish the idea that there is a “right way” to do everything- college, art, media- anything.
We are creative beings having a human experience.
There’s no right way to be. We’re just existing in this space rock.
That small speck of worry that eats away at you- it’s just a thought. Thoughts don’t define us.
Think of yourself in a more compassionate way.
you’re just a human being.
Living.
You ’re on a space rock.
We’re all just space dust.
Just be.
It's an ever-moving target of puritanical/capitalist design that makes you doubt yourself and is stopping you from following through on your dreams. Putting your weird, imperfect self out into the world is more important than being stuck worrying about that last 5%