
I unintentionally isolated myself from the people I needed the most
Ever since I can remember, I loved creating things.
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Read 5 days ago and current, but nothing has been published for 2 years.

Ever since I can remember, I loved creating things.

And the never-ending churning of ideas

I’d heard it millions of times before: back up your work.

But we don't have to regret it

In-between one life and another, I sit, confused and frustrated

New Year doesn't have to mean New You

The backwards way of getting what you want

An attempt at balancing not caring and caring too much

Sometimes ruining your life can be the best thing you do

Even the best people get dealt poor hands in life

Searching for houses, finding people

The internal struggles of consistently creating while ever changing

The secret superpower that no one expects

Fear is a controlling force in my life. When I was young, it kept me from connecting with friends. In high school and college, it hindered my French horn playing skills. I pulled away from doing solos and shied away from practicing within someone’s hearing distance. After college, it held me in survival mode much longer than I needed to be.

It's not the sentence structure, world, or lore

A love letter to all those stuck just surviving

My internal, eternal struggle to do things but not too much

A quick guide covering what I learned after losing myself

My thoughts, feelings, & preferences vanished...leaving me with scars. But not without hope.

I'm a real artist! But what's all this work??