I have been so stressed out lately but my favorite person in the whole world is asleep next to me and suddenly things aren’t so bad.
Sometimes I have an insatiable urge to make something. This is how crafts happen.
Also: cleaning.
Also: really terrible, poorly executed ideas.
I think I’d be a lot happier if I stopped
A) holding myself to such ridiculously high standards
and
B) stopped worrying about disappointing others.