I am still here, churning.
Turns out love is a full-time gig, which fits and boxes the space of other work.
Packing up my ideas and scrapping what I know for day rates.
Moving all my ideas into the “On Hold” section of my to do list.
Trying to get ok with locking doors I never really opened.
Trying to make my dreams match what my credit can buy.
Joining the march in the really real of time.