Today, I couldn’t get comfortable. Not in my chair, not in my head.
I used to call this feeling anxiety, but today Iām calling it an itch. Itās curiosity trying to break through the floorboards.
āI stopped trying to force a “productive” afternoon and just let my thoughts wander.
I moved furniture, I moved sketches, I moved through ideas like they were rooms in a house Iām still building.
It turns out, you don’t need a finish line to be in the race. Sometimes the most honest thing you can do is justā¦ move.
The direction will follow. š£
š Bella
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