the feminine urge to CREATE

lately, i’ve been thinking about how easily i get possessed by the urge to make things.

i’ll open my laptop with absolutely nothing in mind and, two hours later, i’m choosing fonts for a blog post, making a ridiculous little collage, editing photos from three months ago, or putting together a playlist for a very specific imaginary version of my life.

maybe this is just the feminine urge to create.

lately, i’ve also been thinking about how many things i want to learn just because i want to be able to make them myself.

i want to learn ceramics so i can make my own little coasters, or a mug in exactly the shape and color i imagined. i want to give someone a present someday and be able to say "i made this for you". there’s something so much more personal about giving someone a little piece of your own hands and time.

i want to learn how to draw. i imagine myself sitting somewhere outside on a sunny afternoon, quietly sketching whatever catches my eye. and maybe, one day, i’ll hang those drawings around my own home and think, "oh, i made that".

i want to make tiny books for my journals. make my own stickers. learn how to sew. maybe make candles, paint something, bind a notebook, or try some completely random craft i’ve never heard of before. and there are still so many other things i’d love to try.

i guess i just like the idea of slowly becoming someone who can make a lot of little things. there’s no particular deadline for any of it. i can learn ceramics when i find a class, draw badly for a while, make a wonky little book, and figure things out as i go.

for now, i’m happy just having a long list of things i want to make someday. maybe i’ll get around to them one by one. ♡