morning buns

Wet soggy Monday traffic jam.  8 a.m. meeting with a packed agenda and not enough time.  Zip through some proofs that look like hell.   Where is my original drawing?  What happened to the white space?  For the love of god, am I the only one that pays attention to scale?  This type is screaming so loud I can’t hear myself come unglued. 

Open a drawer and slam it shut.  Do it again to make sure someone heard me.  

Throw my head back to scream.  Decide to tear my hair out instead.  What is that on my head?  My god it feels like it belongs to a wild animal.  Don’t dare look in the mirror — I might slit my throat.

I — need — an — intervention.

Wait.  Just hold on.  I can do this —  I’ve got affirmations!

“I let go easily and with grace.” 

Again —

Ok — Again.

Oh no.  Not the bucket of water.  

Game over for this green witch today.

But tomorrow —

Tomorrow, will be different.  Tomorrow —

I will have morning buns. 


Early risers need morning buns —

And I’m gonna get me some.

Author: Julie Ann Stevens

My art flows from the patterns & paths of my lived experience which ⏤ like yours ⏤ are at once deeply personal and entirely universal.

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