quarantined dream
what better time to work on myself than during a global pandemic? I'm warming up these creaky fingers the best way I know how--with a hidden blog and no professionalism! maybe it'll lead up to that though, right?
my head is so full of everything--too much. maybe this will help clear it up. transfer it from a swampy, humid, brain-case to a fresh blank page. sounds like spring cleaning!
I've spent the past three years doing nothing but moping and floating with few high points in between. I'm still trying to revert back to my late teenage self. you know you've lost it when regression to a past self is what you need. I know I've still got some ambition left in me, I've just been letting alcohol drown my creativity, but that stops now.
parts of the country are under heavy quarantine right now, yet I still feel like I'm pretty much living my daily life. I'm doing my best to keep safe and prevent spread to my parents who are in the same house as me. but I still have to go to work. for little to no pay. but it could be worse. I don't have to worry about rent. in times like this, it pays to be a bottom-feeder (self-deprecation is good for the nerves sometimes).
so, in this quarantine era, I ponder. what is my next step? what do I really want to do with this remainder of actually livable life?
write.
design.
photograph.
film.
edit.
just make something! just get up and make something.
but that's easier said than done when you're getting little to no pay during the big pandemic. hell, even on good days, it's not much. but I need to try. cue Tommy Pickles. i'm just a backyard baby with a diapie full of dreams! that was inspiring. anyway, a camera will come later. I'm street-smart (internet smart, rather) enough to get everything i need within my means, if ya know what i mean. I'll handle it. I ust need the damn AMBITION. but hey. I can breathe. this helped. now it's time to manifest.
thank you, Tommy Pickles.
my head is so full of everything--too much. maybe this will help clear it up. transfer it from a swampy, humid, brain-case to a fresh blank page. sounds like spring cleaning!
I've spent the past three years doing nothing but moping and floating with few high points in between. I'm still trying to revert back to my late teenage self. you know you've lost it when regression to a past self is what you need. I know I've still got some ambition left in me, I've just been letting alcohol drown my creativity, but that stops now.
parts of the country are under heavy quarantine right now, yet I still feel like I'm pretty much living my daily life. I'm doing my best to keep safe and prevent spread to my parents who are in the same house as me. but I still have to go to work. for little to no pay. but it could be worse. I don't have to worry about rent. in times like this, it pays to be a bottom-feeder (self-deprecation is good for the nerves sometimes).
so, in this quarantine era, I ponder. what is my next step? what do I really want to do with this remainder of actually livable life?
write.
design.
photograph.
film.
edit.
just make something! just get up and make something.
but that's easier said than done when you're getting little to no pay during the big pandemic. hell, even on good days, it's not much. but I need to try. cue Tommy Pickles. i'm just a backyard baby with a diapie full of dreams! that was inspiring. anyway, a camera will come later. I'm street-smart (internet smart, rather) enough to get everything i need within my means, if ya know what i mean. I'll handle it. I ust need the damn AMBITION. but hey. I can breathe. this helped. now it's time to manifest.
thank you, Tommy Pickles.
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