It was one of those days. You know, the ones where you blink and wonder where it went and when you go back and do a mental checklist of all the things you accomplished, you’re disappointed by the lack of things crossed off.

It’s not that you didn’t put your best effort forward. Because you did. It’s just that this day, you’d wander down paths that were unfruitful, trial and error and hours worth of work would result in no results because you were too stubborn to admit that you were in over your head.

One of those days that just ends sullen with a song on repeat…

“Stand up. Stand up. There’s a world out there for us,” sings Constantine.

You push through it. You put away you computer and pull out you watercolors and find yourself writing the words over and over on pieces of paper in reds and blues. Never happy with the way they come out. Tossing them on the floor.

Repeating to myself the words of the wise Josh Roseman, “Let yourself suck.”

So you let go, and just start writing the words over and over all over each other on a single sheet of paper to the point that it’s unrecognizable. It’s chaos. It breaks the rules of legible text… and yet, somehow in it’s unbearable rule breaking suckitude, it’s the most pleasing experiment of the night.