Damn. It’s been months since I actually wrote something. I’m still around, but I’ve been swamped with work, the new house, my personal life, all the shit. Adulting is hard as shit lol.
The thing that creatives don’t really talk about is when they get huge blockage, like HOW DO YOU FUNCTION. I could never be a full time artist because my blocks come and then I’m bombarded with responsibilities that take precedence over my life. It’s nerve wrecking at times. Especially when this art is an outlet for you. Imagine being the only therapy that truly gives you freedom, builds up your strength and you finally get free time to work but nothing comes to mind. You draw a blank. You are immobilized. It’s so disheartening.
I am glad I was able to get some of my life back when it comes to writing. Work was really rough for the past few months. BUT A NIGGA GOT A PROMOTION! And this new project I started is pretty much perfect for me so I just need to keep working at it. I feel...MOTIVATED
I’m looking at a very bright future with this company if I keep it up. It’s crazy. My next level is manager. Which is like low key 1-2 levels below a senior VP role with any company in the industry.
The crib is just getting better and better. I’ve been fixing shit and DIYing the fuck of it. I love the freedom to do what the fuck I want. The end result will be astonishing.
Onward and upward I guess. Lol. Looking forward to the rest if 2018.