Quick note to say hiiii. I am emerging from my sad girl hibernation period and am ready to get back on track with all things. Does anyone else feel extremely disoriented after the idyllic and romanticized anxiety of holiday season just to be plopped into the cold void of January? Being an artist/working for yourself can so often be glamorized for its perceived freedom during times like this. Making your own schedule, working from anywhere, it seems like theres endless perks -but less talked about is when your sad mode is activated and you can barely get out of bed, the money coming into your bank account also sort of stops. That part really sucks. Working for yourself is a “you get what you put in” vibe but when your body and brain are actively against you, telling you no one cares about what you’re doing in the world and you’re dumb and also maybe ugly for good measure, you really don’t care to put anything into work.
The good news is I have been writing from my blanket fort of feelings, so I’ll be posting a backlog of musings for y'all. I wanted to take a minute and genuinely say thank you to all of you who have been steady in your support of my work even when I seem absent. Sometimes that financial support is the only consistency I really have for my “job” and no matter how much or how little it may seem to some it really does give me security in creating to be able to count on anything.
here’s to taking a shower and seeing the sun.
xo jess