Reflecting. Remembering all the things I promised myself I’d one day do. For whatever reasons that I can’t remember….all that matters is I remember the promises. Maybe that’s just it. Maybe I feel lost at times because I leave a piece of me with every challenge I face or with every piece of art I meet. Maybe I made these promises to myself knowing that one day, by following through, I’d find those missing pieces. Who knows. All I know is I have a long list of things I need to make happen. And I’m really excited about it.
A long list of things I’ve now, almost 12 years later, made pretty much no progress on. Still, my hard head and terrible pride won’t let me move on until I do; no matter what it costs me it seems.
















