2015 — Waking Myself Back Up
This time I felt more confident, more quickly.
And it was a good thing, too. Life was playing rough.
These spreads, made in the home office I agoraphobically hid in, reflect a determined self-reminder of who I was, and what I was capable of.
There was an unflinching honesty here, even if the pages themselves aren't what I would call beautiful.
“Take a handful of night. See it through.”