my mom just wants to help.
'i mean...waitressing is a good skill set to have...u wanna look into that?'
a big part of my brain is cloudy.
back when i had a job...i produced great work.
i made it a point to honor my interests, and allot time to create.
now i feel silly. flighty.
i can't commit to one idea...can't articulate too much of anything, and
i now have all the time in the world to DO.
before i moved, many people said the same thing
my focus is survival.
once that meant making sure i took the time to become a better stylist.
now this simply means getting money.
by any means necessary.
WHAT HAS HAPPENED?
even in my frustrating hour, God keeps throwing me enough to
keep me in a creative loop.
don't wanna sink. any more.
today i realized that im not even speaking to God.
and definitely not listening.