May 31, 2025
Could use an IV drip of hope, optimism, self esteem and iron. I’m tired.
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Could use an IV drip of hope, optimism, self esteem and iron. I’m tired.
I love that people create pages of joy for themselves on here. It is revolutionary survival—“I’m making joy here even if my other spaces are not joyful or are actually harmful, I’m still fighting for my joy.”
And this is why I love tumblr.
Less planning, more doing.
As I age my desires change and I love that for me.
There are so many places I could place my attention. From bird watching to carpet cleaning videos. From fanfics to collage making. How I spend my time in joy is important to me, more than before.
Some decisions don’t align with other decisions
It feels like an unpatched road on the inside
Subconsciously striving for perfection
Tight jaw and internal fueding
All to determine what is best for me
time to daydream again
I need a hug that reaches inside and hugs my heart.