Friendly reminder to not punish yourself for creating.
Can you elaborate on what you mean by this?
I have a tendency to beat myself up whenever something I make doesn’t meet my expectations (which is always). The result is that finishing something = bad feelings: I am effectively punishing myself for having created something. The natural reaction to this punishment is an aversion to creation, meaning that my perfectionism is harming me, not only by causing me to despise what I do make and by impeding the creative process, but by attacking even my desire to create.
I was a little late to the Hozier party. I mean I loved Take Me To Church and I laughed at the dark forest prince memes and I even reblogged them, but I figured it was all kind of a tumblr exaggeration.
Then I listened to his album, wherein he sings about:
decomposing in a field with his love and getting eaten by foxes
being dug out of the dirt by his love, who he implores to kiss him “like real people do”, implying that neither of them are real people
observing the world as an outsider (“happy to lie back, watch it burn and rust; we tried the world, good god it wasn’t for us”)
rising from his grave to crawl home to his love
“the bog man”
and I realized, no, he’s just Like That.
are you telling me all of those are real songs and not just aesthetics tumblr made up
Listen, I didn’t believe it either, but that’s absolutely what I’m telling you.
I refused to worry about something I could not change, and I
still refuse. Look, I’m like any other woman. All this evolved b.s. that
I’m telling you is my mantra. It’s not something I practice naturally. I
had to surrender to not worrying about the way I looked, how much I
weighed, because that’s just part of the journey of having a baby. I am
not a woman whose self-worth comes from her dress size.
i just had a really devastating dream where at 12:12pm of a certain day, the world would reach a point where the temperature would simultaneously be boiling hot and freezing cold. it was effectively the end of the world, and it affected us timezone by timezone as the sun rose. while the timezones before mine were burning up, i went for a last grocery shopping trip with my parents. i visited my friends and said goodbye. i went home so i could be with my family. we each picked a book and decided to sit at the dining room table and read together until the world ends. i felt the burning heat of the sun and the freezing cold of the shade, and i looked at the clock. it was 12:05. i was scared, on the edge of tears, but we sat in silence and read, together, as the seconds ticked down
the reason i was feeling hot and cold was because i had only half the covers on when i was sleeping
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