failure isn’t always a loss

When I stress, I lean in one of two directions-🅕🅡🅞🅩🅔🅝 or 🇼 🇮 🇩 🇪  open.

For 2 weeks, I’ve been crafting... so you can sorta guess which direction I leaned.

Glue gun, wire fencing, canvas and brush, spray paint on thrifted lamps? They stood no chance. I might have even taken chalk paint to the covers of a few already damaged library discards.

Things learned...creating 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓂𝓈 me. It offers the sort of healing space that stagnancy can rob from us.

Two items I worked on looked nothing like expected(and that’s okay).

It could be viewed as a failure, but

Failure

Always

Isn’t a

Loss.

With each brushstroke, a little moment in time became more than my feelings, more than a trash to treasure artifact to merely mark the day. It allowed me to give more than receive, to offer beauty a home. And that is a win, not a loss.