Seriously. Be kind to yourself. I’ve seen lots of people taking advantage of this time cooped up at home by finding new hobbies and learning new skills - and that’s awesome. 1/3
But it’s also normal if you’re feeling the pressure of this crazy world right now and don’t feel like you have the capacity to become a novelist, redecorate your home, & teach yourself how to sew all while trying to make sense of everything going on around you. 2/3
Just take care of yourself and do what you need to do to stay safe and happy and healthy. And if that means that getting out of bed is your greatest accomplishment some days, so be it (and also, you’re not alone). 3/3 #selflove#bekindtoyourself#quarantinelife#quarantineart
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In case you can’t sleep because you’re the only other person who hates fireworks, I’ll tell you a bedtime story. It’s more of a cautionary tale. #storytimethread#cautionarytale
At Christmas time I wanted to do something special for my cats. Mac and Cheese have punctured my couch with their claws like it’s their job but everyone deserves presents. #evenjerksgetpresents
During my daily responsibility-avoidance section of the day I was looking at people doing things on Instagram and saw an ad for scratching post.
Hey Philly! Can you please help Aiden out? He loves keeping our city clean and could really use some help! (Our bus stop is near the Wissahickon train station) @CleanPHL@philly311@PHLPlanDevelop@Mr4thDistrict
@PhilaStreets Can you help Aiden? It’s a main road so it wouldn’t even be out of the way for our sanitation workers to empty! 🗑
Keeping Philly clean isn’t a new passion of Aiden’s. Here he is last year with @anita_oh when @CBSPhilly interviewed him about it.
Time lapse video for this month’s @makeartthatsells assignment. To accompany Beth Kempton’s (@BethKempton) book, Wabi Sabi. To say I was caught off guard with the emotions that came to me while reading the excerpt and creating the piece is an understatement.
As I wrote each feeling on her body, I gave myself permission to go back to each of those places in my memory. Like a Rolodex of my life...a timeline of the things that made me ”me”. I didn’t regret or wish or “what if”. I just let each one be. Over and over.
Memories that I realized had never been given permission to just “be”. They had always awkwardly stood in place, holding heavy bags which rendered them weary and leathered, unwittingly taking energy from my here and my now.