Hello there, friend,
Today I spent about twenty minutes making at the kitchen table. This is something I've learned that I love to do. It's a quick fix to put me in a good mood.
Today, though, I gave myself permission to make a mess, to let go and embrace the imperfect. I've become such a believer in listening to my intuition and I wanted to give it a chance to play. I consciously let go of the rules and let my intuition make some of the decisions. I didn't overthink it.
I miss the way it felt to be a child and create simply because. I see my daughter doing it all the time. She draws and paints and writes stories so un-self-consciously. Her work is so prolific that it can be overwhelming. I envy that, all of it, because I remember how that felt. Now I'm just doing my best to recapture that feeling in the best, most un-self-conscious, and satisfying way I know how. Today it worked.
xo,
L
