02/28/2026
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I had to pause and really look at the cups I’ve made since I started pottery last fall.
Clay has been teaching me more than I ever signed up for. Patience. Detachment. Respect for the imperfect. How to slow down. How to be fully with one thing for a couple of hours. How to ground myself without forcing it.
It brought back a kind of quiet joy I did not realize I missed. The messy hands. The uneven rims. The surprise of it making it out of the kiln.
There is something about shaping clay that feels like shaping myself.
The 17 year old me, the one who dreamed without apology, is finally getting space to bloom 🌷🌷🌷
And I am letting her.