“Even if we look like functioning artists to the world, we feel we never do enough and what we do isn’t right. We are victims of our own internalized perfectionist, a nasty internal and eternal critic, the Censor, who resides in our left brain and keeps up with constant stream of subversive remarks that are often disguised as the truth… The rotten thing your Censor says doesn’t matter. We have this idea that we need to be in the mood to create, we don’t. Some of the best creative work gets done on the days you feel that everything you’re doing is just plain junk.”—Julia Cameron, The Artist’s Way
23 is hard to say kind of. I know I’m young… but I’m starting to not feel young anymore.
This is basically how my life feels like right now. I guess the gloss of being “free” and out of school is wearing off. I mean… I understand that I will never fully be “free” from anything… I will always have bills, and always need a job… but… I felt like a leaf floating in the wind… where ever it would take me was the adventure I would find. I have no concrete commitments to anything really. No school… no full time job. It’s kind of nice… but… dull.
Things get boring over time. I guess now that I’m 23… I’m going to try to reinvent my life…. (again) but since the shine of freedom has worn off, I think I’m going to try to explore what I can do everyday from now on…. other than sit and watch netflix (or try to) I’d like to start building some consistant cash flow so I can establish myself so I can one day have this….