I recently picked up watercolor painting. Spoiler: I’m terrible at it. But oddly, I love every clumsy stroke. Having a hobby I’m genuinely awful at has taught me humility and joy in imperfection.
It’s okay to not be good at everything. Embrace the mediocrity—it’s actually pretty freeing.
Everyone’s obsessed with summer—the beach trips, the tans, the endless sunlight. But me? I’m team winter all the way. There’s…
There’s nothing like holding a physical book—the texture of the pages, the sound they make, even that distinct “new book”…
Just wanted to say it really quick… The internet is bizarre. Yesterday, I spent hours watching a person bake miniature…