I want to be real about something for a second:
I have so many unfinished projects.
A half-written poem in my journal.
A sweater for my husband… still on the hook.
That one chapter I keep circling back to, like it’s waiting for me to become someone new before it lets me finish.
And for a while, I felt guilty about it. Like I wasn’t a “real” creative unless I finished every idea I started. Unless I had stuff to show for my efforts. Like joy only counted if it produced something useful, polished, or Instagram-worthy.
But lately? I’ve been trying on a new perspective:
What if the magic isn’t in the finished product… but in the act of making itself?
What if joy lives in the moment you start—when your hands move, your heart softens, your brain stops spiraling, and you just… create?
There’s something holy about the middle.
The mess. The momentum.
The part where you’re tangled in yarn or words or ideas—and you’re not sure where it’s going, but you’re still showing up.
That’s what this whole blog is really about:
Permission to be in process.
Permission to make without the pressure to monetize, perform, or complete.
Permission to let creativity be the ritual—even if it never becomes a product.
So if you’ve got a stack of WIPs (works in progress), an idea that hasn’t bloomed yet, or a spark that flickers in and out…
You’re not failing.
You’re living in the magic.
This week, let something be unfinished—and love it anyway.
Start without knowing where it ends.
Make for the joy of making.
And let that be enough.
With soft yarn and softer expectations,
Lindsay
🔥🦊
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