I went thru a phase after the latest relative turbulence in my life where I started to purge and/or share much of my stuff. And I thought I was grimly preparing for departure from this world, or some such self indulgent fear.
I think it turns out I am finally (fucking finally) realizing stuff isn't the answer. Instead getting enriched by contact with the rest of us/you.
How I hear you. Keep writing, keep offering, keep following that oceanic heart, you're on the path.
As always, thanks for your words.
I went thru a phase after the latest relative turbulence in my life where I started to purge and/or share much of my stuff. And I thought I was grimly preparing for departure from this world, or some such self indulgent fear.
I think it turns out I am finally (fucking finally) realizing stuff isn't the answer. Instead getting enriched by contact with the rest of us/you.
Thanks for being there and writing.
“fucking finally”—made me laugh. story of our lives. 🙏
Beautifully put, dear Pen Pal. Thank you. xoxoxoxoxoxox
The great equation for freelance artists with a conscience! Thank you for sharing this most relatable piece! 👏🙌❤️