no one tells you how much of life takes practice. not just writing, painting, running, singing, etc, but practicing how to make friends. how to make the right ones. getting practiced at how to be a good friend, a good sibling, a good person. practice identifying when people haven’t earned that. learning to recognize your right to rage and, eventually, how to offer mercy. so much of life is muscle memory, and i’ve begun to realize there are so many more parts of ourselves to flex and stretch and strengthen than those we’re taught in anatomy lessons
13.09.20 / i try to stay away from my bedroom throughout the day but i felt inspired to write music (my guitar is right next to my bedside table) so i ended up just doing all my work for the day in bed this morning. it was nice and cozy! now i’m trying to improve my russian pronunciation by reading text out loud. i’m getting really frustrated but i haven’t given up yet (nor will i ever)!! anyway, happy sunday. hope you’re doing ok ♡
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