What Pottery Reminded Me
When I was younger, I used to write down the simplest dreams like seeing cherry blossoms, learning how to freedive, or even trying pottery. Back then, I didn’t realize how much these little wishes would someday become reminders that life is meant to be lived, not just endured. This week, I finally tried pottery. Sitting at the wheel with clay spinning beneath my hands, I felt nervous but excited. When I finished shaping my first piece, one of the instructors even asked if I had done this before, surprised it turned out so well. My inner child felt so validated and happy. That moment reminded me of how far I’ve come. For someone who once felt stuck and unsure, checking off even the smallest dreams feels like proof of healing. It’s not just about pottery, it’s about knowing I can create, grow, and keep shaping a steadier version of myself, one small dream at a time. If anyone's wondering, I did a pottery lesson with Odang Putik in Quezon City 🫶✨
- Pottery
- Healing
- Creativity