This has been a very hard year. Full of relentless stress and uncertainty. The constant pull of time and gravity, snatching at my ankles to pull me backwards. So much confusion, frustration, stagnancy. Grasping at any straw in search of a lifeline.
But there's finally a spark on the horizon.
A new perspective.
Not only brimming, but downright overflowing with so many ideas. A fucking waterfall of Niagra proportions.
Creativity run amok.
Bursting at the seams with possibility.
Dusty windows full of cobwebs and grime being thrown open to feel the brisk and refreshing future breeze.
The cranial clutter has been real, man. The noise and static and jamming of signals. The knowing this isn't working, but not sure what the hell to do next.
It's a transitional year. A real shitty year. But there's something better than anything that was before straight ahead now. So much to do. SO. MUCH. TO. DO. The shackles of self-doubt are finally loose enough to shimmy out of now, and freedom is merely a whisker away...