I Made Something Pointless and It Saved My Mood

Dear Delyara, I painted for three hours this weekend and did not post it, sell it, optimize it, or turn it into productivity. I just painted. It felt almost rebellious. I think I had forgotten what it means to do something simply because it gives your mind somewhere kinder to go. No performance. No outcome. No pressure to prove that your joy is useful enough to justify itself. By the end of it, I felt more like myself than I had all week. That surprised me. And also didn’t.