I’m fucking bored, and kind of angry with… my business.

I’m fucking bored.
And kind of angry with,
— my business.

The thing I used to pride myself on.
The thing that I used to believe gave me worth.
Maybe it’s because I’ve evolved, and I don’t need to create for worthiness anymore.
Or maybe it’s because I’ve been abused as an Artist and me not creating is my own sadistic way of revenge.

I’ve been battling this for months.

Do I admit that I’ve outgrown my life’s work?
Or do I keep pushing and hope that maybe one day I’ll break through?
The exchange of time for money just won’t work anymore.
I know my purpose goes far beyond sitting behind a computer for hours straight.

Why can’t anyone see that?
Why won’t anyone listen?

BECAUSE I WASN’T LISTENING TO MYSELF.

If this “battle” sounds familiar, it’s time to put yourself first.
Time to acknowledge the work you’ve done up until this point, because without it, you wouldn’t be here.
You wouldn’t be ready for part II like you are now.

The fire still burns in your heart, just not in the same chamber.
Mine is still landing, still finding its way.
Still pumping inspiration and purpose through my veins.

And I’m okay with that.

I’m okay with admitting that I don’t know what part II even looks like,
But I know it’s here.

They say being an Artist is rebellion,
I didn’t know they meant against yourself.