I have nothing to say. I have nothing to do, no inspiration. Not a shred.
While I can say those things with absolute honesty, it remains vexing to me how I can simultaneously say that my eyes are beginning to cross from so much reading. I have so many thoughts swirling around in my head that I’m beginning to worry my brain might actually scramble and dribble out of my ears. I want to do so many things, travel so many paths, but day after day I find myself going through the motions and winding down in front of the TV (usually dividing my attention between the big screen on the wall and the tiny, intimate one in my hands).
I wanted to teach. I went to college and got my degree in Fine Art. This was to prepare me for pursuing my MFA, and following that, I would live…
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