There is this fair I went to last year where there are a bunch of artists and thrift stations. I've been looking forward to visiting. I made it to the car but somewhere along the drive I started to doubt myself, I was ready to turn back but instead I parked the car and took a break to breathe. Then I thought to myself: let me at least try to get there even if I don't end up staying. Well, I got there and I actually stayed there for 45 min and looked around and got some cool thrift items. The photo is of a local artist who makes sculptures out of recycled things - they remind me of Alice In Wonderland and I feel proud of myself for engaging with people and buying another sculpture from her. Ever since joining this community and seeing everyone's wins, it's amazing to see how much more agency I feel over my anxiety. My anxiety isn't something I'm ashamed of anymore, it's something I am learning to befriend. 🎨
