This morning, I asked for the kind of help I need and no one replied.
I’ve taken no action in the last 4 weeks to improve my life.
Not sure where to start, but I know what I want the outcome to be.
I wish I was not to embarrassed about this. The outcome makes no sense. But here we are; looking for my next incarnation… my next life.
How many reinventions do people get? Is 45 years old too late for an overhaul?
I want to believe it’s not too late.
If you’re reading this and you want to make art with me, let’s make art together.
“…(M)y work is utterly incomprehensible and is therefore full of deep significance”
– Calvin (of Calvin & Hobbes)