Oh goodness. I seem to walk around with this idea that nothing about me or anything I do could ever quite be good enough for anyone else. Leads me to expect abject failure from myself. It does not, however, keep me from feeling the little internal squeals and wiggles when I pull something off that’s better than I expected. 😂 Edible food, 2 square inches of a drawing that turned out great, a photo that’s accidentally really cool, a functional project… Can’t go around crowing over shiny bits and pieces amongst the rubble, but I’m glad I can still feel them and sometimes I put them here just so I don’t explode. Amen to a little anonymity. 🙏😂
