In a funk
When I’m in a funk, I start writing. Sometimes I pour out my thoughts, sometimes I mull over every word, but I almost always end up writing something very thorny.
I keep these little bits and pieces of verbal tantrums saved in my phone and delete them when I feel ready to let go of whatever feeling I was holding on to. I think one of the hardest things a person learns to do while adulting is to just be ok.
Anyway, here are a few snaps of cute little plants that cheered me up a little today.