I’m not going to lie here. I hate my job. My brain hates it. My brain had started to turn against me by pulling it’s shutters down, turning up the white noise and setting itself to a soupy simmer. I tried to gain control over this disorientating, mushy feeling by being very stubborn and ignoring it. It didn’t work…
I don’t have another job lined up (cue ominous chords). I just have this feeling that i needed to change something and to reconnect fully to my art and my creative process.
VIVA LA VIDA