I am nothing if not consistent

(at least when it comes to fucking up)

This week has been hard but also, Hailey is finally out of the hospital and I can sleep in my own bed. WHOOP! I couldn’t write this earlier because I was with them at doctor’s appointments all day since their eye is still wonky from too much spinal fluid (who knew that was a thing??) but right now I have a chunky ginger man on my lap and so everything seems a little bit gentler in the world.

“This didn’t turn out how I wanted, but sometimes there is an art in realizing that we are allowed to be seen failing.”

This week’s doodle is all about feelings of failure and acceptance and I’m just now realizing that I wrote the words wrong because what I’d meant to write is that there is a “gift in realizing that we are allowed to be seen failing” rather than an “art” and I’m sort of pissed at myself for getting it wrong but also, it’s a quote I fucked up on a drawing I fucked up about the idea that we should all be allowed to publicly fuck up, so at least I am sticking with a theme.

And if you have fucked up this week as well, please know that you are not alone and I love you. (I love you if you haven’t fucked up, too. Please share your secrets.)

Your friend forever,

~Jenny

PS. The chunky ginger man on my lap is Hunter S. Thomcat. I’m not getting a lap dance. You probably already guessed that but thought I’d clarify.