Ana Burnterfly 🦋

“It won’t get getter by me worrying about it," I’ve been telling myself since I was 16.

Now, at 32, I’m still a wise grown-up who would never tailor her life after the design by some teenager.

So, I worry.

I worry about misplacing love.
I worry about misplacing doubt.

I worry about publishers rejecting me.
I'm terrified of readers accepting me.

I fear for anyone who'd resonate with my “dark spirit in pursuit of enlinghtment” sound...

Yet the thought of no-one seeing their own reflection in the window to my soul, makes my music feel pointless.

And, no. It won’t get better by me worrying about it.
But it won’t get better by me beating myself up over the worrying either.

Resonate with this?
Then let's worry in peace! ♥️

Just let's stop using fear as fodder for procrastination. I doubt death shares our mindset. 😉

Love,
Ana

P.S. For my imperfect art (📜🎼📽) & snippets into my imperfect life (both procrastinated on for years, in pursuit of perfection)...

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