12 March 2017

Hold my phone...

A few years ago I switched my focus back to art and developing my skills of drawing from imagination. I was the happiest I'd been in years. I wasn't partying incessantly, I was coherent, I was present. I was also only making enough to barely cover bills. I didn't make the leap to full time "freelance artist." The project I was very excited about came to a halt and my creative partnership has been on indefinite hiatus. An investment I made is growing and hopefully will be able to afford me some financial freedoms to pursue my art with passion untethered. A recent switch back to focusing on fitness training is as rewarding as it's ever been but not fulfilling.

One of my earliest memories I can recall, I used to build structures with these oversized cardboard bricks in elementary school. I would build them as tall as I could, as elaborate as I had cardboard. Then I would knock them down.

I've been extra moody lately. Stan Lee is not doing well I hear. When I was a kid I told myself I needed to meet him one day. I wish him well. But it was a reminder how far off I am from my pure goals. My childhood goals. Not the same as my adult goals which are more consequential.

I'm a firm believer in never giving up. My story isn't over. My inner child still begs for immortality. I need time to accomplish all that I set out to do before I had any idea how the world works. I still don't. 

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