Ever had one of those dreams where no matter how hard you try to run, you never seem fast enough? And no matter how loud you yell, nobody hears you? Mizha can relate.
My brain’s feeling dry in the insightful blog department today. I worked on a commission, but I can’t talk about it much because it’s supposed to be a surprise for the recipient. I made a kid cry today, or at the very least sulk, because they pretended to cry and I told them point blank I wasn’t buying it, they needed to make better choices. And I think I made the right call, but it still made me feel terrible needing to do it in the first place. Sometimes I feel so anxious working with kids, because you just don’t know if what you say to them is going to reshape their entire world, or be completely inconsequential to their existence. There’s no way to tell and no way to know.
And I worry. Because worrying is what I do.