Day Nine: (Two images that describe your life right now, and why)
My life feels like a perpetual project in process. I'm always working on something, and it when it seems like I've finished it, I realize there's so much more to do. I have partially finished craft projects, half-finished drawings, half-finished dolls, and half-finished me. It's kind of depressing some of the time, but it's what's normal for me, and it's kind of a comfort that it's something that will always be the same. I'm ever making progress, but there will always be more to do.
Similarly I frequently feel that I'm sliding or skating in multiple directions, within a hair of falling and skinning my knees. The more I flail (emotionally/psychologically) the more I feel that I'm going to fly off out of control in an unknown direction.