Unanswered Questions
When I think back to the summer of 2014, I gotta tell you, I don't remember much of it. I was blessedly knee-deep in my first handful of projects as a full-time freelancer. I only noticed the sunshine when it reflected off my computer screen. Only felt the warmth when it blew through the window of my studio.
It was the first week of August by the time I made it to the beach that I lived 5 minutes away from.
Fortunately, my focus led me to a good place within. I read this quote the other day & finally understood what I was up to all last summer. Missed meals, moonlit work nights, no idea what my friends were up to but...but...I started to feel a rumbling inside me. My quaking hands were a good sign. I looked at my fear & said "hello". I know I'm making this sound like it was easy. I know it seems romantic. Sometimes saying how hard things are makes them harder & then you can't see the good in them so please, take this wrong way.
Like a stretch during yoga your body doesn't feel ready to do. Breathe into it. Breathe into your unanswered questions. Inhaling & exhaling, Em.
Week 4/52 of the #52handlettered project with Miranti Kayess (formerly Pen & Peplum)
