These pictures are from behind my house.
vintage ribbon-knit sweater // thrifted skirt // vintage bag // sandals my mom brought back form Italy
I've been told that I can do it all, and this week I did it. I did the three things that make me happy: I performed in an improv show, finally got started on a little vintage shop, and wrote about art. Somehow I feel I did them all badly and I'm stressed as hell.
We only like axioms when they feel good, so I'm trying to remember one a former teacher of mine said nearly ten years ago—and I've yet to have anyone else echo the sentiment:
"Stress, fatigue, and uncertainty are cardinal elements of happiness."
When people say you're killing it, they forget how much it feels like dying.