I need a lot of wine to function, I need a many a taco to operate.
I need a hot passion and a cool demeanor to balance my feung shui soul.
I need your heavy hug and I need your soft skin to calm my stormy weather.
Do porcupines cuddle? Is softness just an abstract? They say that you like the way a person smells when you like them personally. Do you like the way someone feels when you like them?
I want to be excited but I am afraid. Afraid of failure, afraid of waking up early, afraid of making ugly art, afraid of being bland, afraid of being too bold. I am afraid of making spelling mistakes, I am afraid that my outfit is too eccentric, I am afraid that I have nothing to say. I am afraid of running out of ideas, I am afraid that my concepts are crumbling. I am afraid of not prioritizing properly, I am afraid of butterfingers.
I want to feel excited and pumped and so sure that I am making a winner. Something super cool. Something that people will get excited about. Something sweet, but not too sweet that you miss the subtly involved in creating superb experience.
Today I tremble. Tomorrow I hope to be bravely bold and smoothly savvy.
One thought on “Dear Diary, A Teenage Inspired Adult Entry”
Ahhh, that damn, pesky voice in the head that fans fear and self doubt. Must always have a muzzle handy.