thinking of the imagined public, i used to have big problems with you. when i was young especially, i used to become paralysed with perfectionism. i always felt i was being watched and judged, and being a kid, i couldn’t live up to these imagined expectations – even though it was my own imagination that created them.
now that i’ve lived my life under your gaze, and grown up enough to actually do some things well, i think i’ve learnt a little better how to let you motivate but not overwhelm me. sometimes.
you are all in my head – at least until i let any of my friends know the address. enjoy the decor!