Another small stretch of progress today. I’ve been moving through a lot of the same motions lately. Pushing buttons, saying the words, showing up, doing what I’m supposed to. And honestly, most days it still feels like none of it changes anything.
Groceries still cost too much. Stability still feels out of reach. I keep trying to find a way to move forward without turning my whole life upside down, but I’m mostly just keeping things from falling apart.
Art’s the one place where that doesn't feel true. It’s my comfort blanket, my proof of effort. Even if nothing else shifts, I can look at this and say: I made something. I added color. I shaped a thing into existence. That’s not nothing.
If you’re feeling stuck, empty, or behind, I see you. You’re not alone.
We keep going. Not because it’s easy, but because it’s what we do.
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