i heard a bird outside my window this morning and convinced myself i had to scrap it all and move to oregon
morning waves of anxiety and how i quell them
Hello, thrilled it’s Friday.
Here with a little peek behind the Snack Time curtain: I’ve been having a tough time writing lately. There are some weeks where making comics for this meant-to-be-fun-and-creatively-stimulating newsletter is daunting and last week was one of them. The weather was depressing (still is), I was in the glob stage of my period, and (maybe relatedly) had entered a new flavor of breakup grief—the kind that begs me to read through old text messages and clump my pillows into a body shape that I can snuggle and cry into. I’m also catching up from a year of intense change in almost every facet of my life and sometimes that catch-up looks like waking up at 4am and questioning everything.
Good news is, I’m writing to you now from an upswing. Soaring with contentedness (sorry to brag) as I clack clack clack away. But I want to share what those sad and scary mornings look like because I find it healing to see the underbelly, expose THE TRUTH, embrace the duality etc etc. Being a human means feeling like shit sometimes—and sometimes even most of the time.
Without further ado, a glimpse into what’s going on when this newsletter is really tough to write:
That was a sweet little sappy one for ya, hope you enjoyed!
Also, this is a PSA for morning pages. Three pages of stream-of-consciousness journaling each morning (pro-tip: get a small journal so three doesn’t feel insurmountable). It gets the gunk out and changed my life.
This is my liiiiffffeee right now. The waves are exactly right. I ugly sobbed all day to my sisters about how I just need to burn it all to the ground and start from scratch and sell ice cream sundaes out of the back of my car.
I love morning pages. Except when I drag through them, but even then I’m grateful for the day’s anchor. Especially in spiral-mode! Oof. Thanks for pulling through to tell us all about it!