Things take time,
Things are sometimes slow,
Slow is not bad,
In fact, slow is often good.
Slow,
like thick honey sliding out of a jar and into your tea.
Slow like the time it takes for a seed to sprout
Or a bud to flower
Or a heart to heal.
I’ve been thinking about this for years
Living in an alternative way from hustle culture
While still having goals and ideas and plans and dreams
Defying the expectation to constantly produce something
While still maintaining a love of producing things
Resisting artistic capitalism, where everything I think, write, make, and say is a product. Every idea, word, journal entry, everything I make, my own life…my own self…is a product.
Resisting this
While also fostering the belief that I have something to say and I want to say it.
Anyways.
Things take time.
It’s ok.
