What if I own my childlikeness?
Two (or more) posts rolled into one: (1) I love my journal because I track my development over time, and (2) I’m stepping into my existence as a social person who’s not ashamed to be herself.
Turns out I’m a Scanner!
I’m experiencing some growing pains as my post-IWL expanded imagination has outpaced the limits of my lifestyle. Time for some changes!
How do we ease suffering in the world? How do we reconcile our privilege with others’ misery? Can an individual without traumatic history still make art?