Liz Locksley


This post is a garbage fire.

Sometimes, I'm full of thoughts of things I would regret. Each year I get older and I can clearly see myself choosing to take a path I don't want to; more so, just not taking any path. I've spent a lot of time trying to figure out what I was missing. 

My personal life is in a place where it is as perfect as life can get. Sure, there are some negatives, but like, I would be the worst human ever if I complained about them. 

So that left me thinking, wtf am I missing? Because you're clearly still unsatisfied, Liz. And while I love and relate to Angelica Schuyler, idk if she's #goals. (She totally is, what even am I talking about? This is what I get for trying to be cute. Angelica Schuyler is 100% #goals, but her storyline does include a lot of regret sooooooooooo)

Ok. So. The point is I was missing creation. I need to make art. That sounds pretentious af, but listen, I think a good macaroni and cheese is art so I have a pretty liberal definition of the word.

While writing this post, I found this article about how making art makes adults happier, or something similar. Ok, I got distracted while writing this post and found the article. Then got distracted in the middle of this paragraph and forgot what the article was really about. I do remember it had a fairly small sample size, which makes it untrustworthy. But listen, I'm just going to go with the Facebook aunt method of "choosing to believe any article that reinforces my current beliefs, wants and needs."

Anyways, what I'm trying to say is, I'm forcing myself to create art to reawaken my brain tubes. Also, write blog posts. 

We'll see how this goes.


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