Stormy times.
Sunny day outside.
I feel like I’ve lost my way. Like I’m not sure where I fit in to anyone’s life… into the world in general. Like I’m not sure what I need to do to be a connected, productive human. As an artist. As a friend. I haven’t felt this lost in a long time.
A mess of thread on the inside.
I know I’ll find my way. I know I have decisions to make. Being patient with myself and stitching away on my Red Mask of Courage. Hoping to get some courage from it.
Morning stitching in bed.
A life raft isn't coming.