Feeling a bit grey lately. I need this. I need this because this experience is teaching me everything I wanted to ever become. It has taken away the most delightful things in the sight of my own eyes and sure, it has been brutal. It still is. I need the dull morsels of languishment to ferret out—for which of course is necessary so that I can be well equipped for any other sort of bitterness and tartness… So that I can know what sweetness is. I thought I was failing to reach this “potential” I know I have in myself, but instead, this tribulation is just a stairway in disguise leading me to it. The process in making a diamond (not that I am one) is not easy… I have trust in my Artisan, however. He is the only illustrator that can paint tragedy and transform it into something refined, polished, and of mere beauty. He has been with me in.every.single.way. He still is. And that is all I need.