(I think I saw you in my sleep).
Happy New Year, weirdos.
Usually, I’m one to write out the goals and things I want to accomplish in the new year. The problem, always, is that I suck at keeping promises to myself. Or I forget that I made them. Or it’s hard and the hurdles of building habits catapult me directly into the Wall of Shame™️ and I give up out of self preservation of the fragile gosling that is my mental health.
2024 was the hardest year of my life. Full stop. My brain and my heart are the joints that will remember obesity in every step forward long after the weight is gone.
So instead of making promises my body could never keep, I am going to tell you about my dreams. Because 2024, despite the hardship, laid the foundation on which I will build my dreams on.
I started my Instagram, craftingcore_, because it’s entertaining to me to take my interests in music and crafting and combine them. So I’m gonna keep doing that. My dream is one day the bands who inspired the work will see it, and maybe own a piece or two.
I wanna create. The thing that kept me sane in 2024 was stress knitting in the spaces where I was so overwhelmed by the ToDoLists that I had to force myself to think about anything else for a little while.
I have rad ideas about the intersections of the books I love and the music I love and the crafts that give me just enough dopamine to keep going.
So, that’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna keep fucking dreaming and creating and one day the right eyeballs will be on the right objects.
Dreaming doesn’t have to mean you don’t accomplish anything. It can be the spark of an inferno and I am tired of being cold.
That’s all for now, weirdos.
💀🖤Ash
Ink & Tome 