This fucking feeling. A heavy combination of exasperated, angry, confused and regretful. What the fuck am I doing here?
On multiple instances, the school staff in the orientation meetings warned that new students would encounter imposter syndrome often and deeply. That’s where I’m at.
Hello! This is me checking in to say: this is all I'm going to write today. And now, I will hit 'publish.' And then I will close my computer. Hopefully I can find something non-screen related today. A
Still doing my tarot thing. I pulled Number Zero, the Fool card today. I sat and drew the card in my journal. I skipped the next three steps in my ritual: read about my car in Finding The Fool, journa
I'm tired, it's getting cold. I feel my fire gradually snuffing out for the season. I don't like the feeling. But in this moment, I'm like, "why fight it." Maybe it's not accepting cold (ha) hard trut
