////////////////////////////////////////////// //░█▀▀░█▀█░█▀▄░█▀▄░█▀▀░█░░░░░█▀▀░█▀█░█░█░█▀▄// //░▀▀█░█░█░█▀▄░█▀▄░█▀▀░█░░░░░▀▀█░█░█░█░█░█▀▄// //░▀▀▀░▀▀▀░▀░▀░▀░▀░▀▀▀░▀▀▀░░░▀▀▀░▀▀▀░▀▀▀░▀░▀// //////////////////////////////////////////////
Its the first warm day in weeks and I'm outside, by myself, at a local bar. Staring up at the sky, I try and think:
"What job can I have thats similar or more that would allow me to create? Cause I REALLY need to quit this one!"
This question is combined to this constant underlying thought:
"I am so tired of just consuming! They just want us to consume. So I need to share what I create!"
My relationship with creating has been feeling a bit more hopeful since switching to Adderall to Ritalin. But hope tends to lead me to feeling overwhelmed by the possibilities of something bigger.
Urgh, I don't know. For now I should just be happy I'm drawing and writing more. Eventually I'll start sharing in my own way again.
⨳⨳⨳