Quotidiana 5,048

Or: Couldn’t think of a title, so…y’know…

Still alive.  Still working.  Thinking really hard though.  Got a *lot* on my mind lately.  About what I want to do, when, how, and with who.  I’d worry that I was having a mid-life crisis, except I’m pretty zen about it all.

It’s June and nearing the halfway mark of the year and I’m taking stock of what I’ve done so far and what remains to be done.  So far, it’s a good year, but challenging in ways that were unforeseen.  Which is rather, “duh”, since if foreseen, could have been planned for, etc.

I think the thing that always fascinates me about change in myself and in the world in general is just how much resistance, and fear, and ooga booga shows up.

I keep thinking that one day it won’t, because, dude.  Change or die.  George Lock Land.  He knew what he spoke of.  But I’m starting to think that that’s wishful thinking on my part and I need to start building in planning that takes into account that change is always met with, “OMG WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE”.

Which is a tl;dr version of, looking at doing different things with my life and art.  And right now, I have no freaking clue what any of that looks like, or I’d get specific.  Still.  I thought the untethered feeling would have sorted out by now, but apparently not.

So.

I don’t know what I’m for anymore.  But that’s okay.  Means there’s room for discovery and adventure.

And adventure and discovery are always wonderful.

 

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