The plastic bag spilling out of the closet, filled with half-completed crocheted beverage cozies.
A stack of never-sold zines sitting on the bookshelf, created and printed in a frenzy over a particularly brutal month in the early pandemic.
An excess of 1 ounce dropper jars, secured 500 at a time from Amazon, meant to eventually house essential oil blends, or garden flower essences, or the herbal tincture concoctions you couldn’t stop making a few months ago.
And that’s just the physical evidence.
... what about the abandoned, half-started Squarespace websites (at least 2)?
... the optimistically-secured digital courses on Procreate, or designing logos, or making “pocket products” (hey, you can write them off, right...)?
... the domain names purchased after a late night idea took hold (too many to count)?
Listen — your intentions are good.
Of course.
Your inclination to take something you love — drawing, designing, crocheting, needlepoint, ceramics, songwriting, quilt-making, photography — and raise the stakes on it by upgrading it from casual hobby zero to SUPER SIDE HUSTLE ONE HUNDRED 💯 is actually your unconscious trying to hack your brain into staying focused on something you know you really enjoy.