I’m realizing that most of my boiling-over anxiety stems from having my feet on the ground of this reality, instead of floating in the magical clouds of the dreams my mind has created. Fantasies need boundaries, just like any healthy relationship.

I’m working to train myself to see that the monotony of everyday repetition is the grit required to manifest the vision that my insatiable thirteen-year-old self sketched out, now working to make 3-D.

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