an ode to kleenex, spring, and pursuing things you actually care about.
is april REALLY the cruelest month?
if one more person tells me that they can’t believe we’re almost done with april, i may screech.
just kidding. maybe.
here’s some too real memes that all of us snotty allergy babes can resonate with:
the trashcan in my cubicle is filled to the top with used tissues and tea bags. it’s safe to say i am suffering, but i take comfort in knowing we all are, i guess? personally im considering switching to some sort of reusable rag at this point because it’s getting kind of insane how many tissues i’ve used over the course of like, an hour.
something having severe allergies has taught me this past weekend is that i’m pretty bad at sitting still. i love to read and make art, but at my core i feel unfulfilled without some kind of task. which is probably capitalism rearing its ugly head inside of me. either way, while i was mid ~panicking~ about not making any plans this weekend and opting to give myself time to rest, i thought a lot about what spring can mean aside from sheer misery.
i’ve spent a lot of time pursuing things i enjoy. like, my poetry, (despite how dark it typically is) painting, and journaling. i have to shout out two of my favorite bullet journalers on instagram, claire from online and erin (journal as altar) i’m so in love with their spreads and talent! it’s really inspired me to develop my own journaling practice on the daily that feels authentic and manageable for me. especially given that while poetry is my primary passion, it can be hard to feel inspired or in the headspace to write a poem. giving yourself the freedom to arrange words and mixed media on a page is honestly such a soothing way to create. in that same vein, this has allowed me to think more critically about what i want from my life going forward.
just as everything blooms in spring, (sometimes to our detriment) i think there’s an opportunity to do some inner blossoming ourselves. maybe that means tending to the softer parts of our heart.
i’m processing and balancing a lot in my personal life right now, and my partner read to me a quote that really stood out to me:
“Everything you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in a different way.” - Franz Kafka
Know that if you’re losing some petals, it’s probably in preparation for new growth.
love always,
strega xo