My son and I are thinking , I have not checked in with y’all in a long time.
So hola galeras,
I am tired. I am tired but in a good way , I hope. My creative mind is burning bright but not so much it might burn out. That is a fear of mine still. That I’m on the end of my candle in the darkness. The sleeping world calls to me these days and sometimes I hate it. My wounds strip me of my energy. What wounds? The ones left from bleeding and bruising. I’m deeply annoyed a lot but I blame it on my diabetes. It puts me in a bad mood sometimes for no reason. I’m trying to meditate more, which is to say I should start meditating again.
I dream about my future sometimes. I see my future home and my studio. So two homes. A lot of kermet green tile. I see lots of fuzzy rugs. So much music. And the cats are there with me and Alec is jamming out.
A perfect dream home.
Im ok but working on it.
jaws_blake 