hey, maple bacon. real talk… if you tell me i only have 20 minutes to do a thing, most of that time will be spent in utter angst, trying to manage my anxiety enough to focus on actually doing the thing i’ll either get it done (but under such duress that i wanna blow off whatever i was supposed to do next) or i’ll find some possibly unconventional way to extend the timeline to allow me to do the damn thing in my fullest enthusiasm, attention + magic SO WHY IN THE WORLD DID I CREATE A...

hey, lime slice. the other day i wrote the following sentence: in small pockets of time i can get creatively constricted, painfully aware of the quickly approaching start time of what’s next a part of me REALLY wanted the alliteration + drama that would’ve come with substituting the word “cripplingly” for “painfully” — creatively constricted, cripplingly aware not gonna lie… i really love how that flows but you know what? a much BIGGER part of me cares that using a derivative of the word...

hey, sugarshaker. when you don’t really want to do a thing, you’ll crumble at the first obstacle to doing it that comes sure… you’ll feel shitty about bailing, but only just a little bit less than you feel relief at no longer being bound to do it in your belly or wherever you feel your emotions in your body, you may know the raucous duel between the sweet release of relief + the tight tension of guilt, shame + self-judgment and maybe you’ve forgotten that that’s not as good as it gets… that...