Sometimes things make sense.
Sometimes they line-up and expect to be counted and taken stock. It seems strange but right now is the start of a new year for me.
I’ve spent so long trying to survive I’m now comfortable with it. I’m also taking stock of my life and realizing who and where I am is not exactly who and where I wish to be.
I feel like an imp trying not to get caught in the gears of a monstrous clock which keeps time for other people. I can smell the blood on the wheels they use to grease it from here.
So I’ve decided to write more, travel, start spending time and learning the true insides and outside of my art and pursuing financial stability. I’ve learned that fear is an ugly, ugly word and quite gross to boot. I’ve been spending too much time living that way.
More importantly: I’ve decided to start re-creating my bucket list and getting focused back on get those meaningful parts of my life back together again.
