the pottery instructor said my hands knew what to do and all i could think was yeah, murder. anyway, pretty sure nobody noticed the seventh kombucha hair dye disaster so guess i'll just keep peeling this onion until i find the real me or die of irony poisoning. There's a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from trying to force an outcome versus coaxing it. Maybe that's why the garden thrived when I stopped planning elaborate layouts and just started noticing where things wanted to grow.