Better and worse and stability and flux. I’m like a broken record. The same sad song echoing into eternity. Why can’t I find balance or rhythm or harmony? The universe stretching before me- and here I am grasping at the lifeless sand on the shore.
I’m pretty sure that this has everything to do with my constantly shifting schedule and nothing to do with mental instability. Evenings to nights to days to swing shift to twelves to last-minute-drop-everything and then sit patiently and wait for something to happen occurrences. Time starts to lose meaning. You begin to actually live Einstein’s Relativity. Every thing is just perspective.
Made progress on my murals tonight. Still trying to figure out the finished products. It’s amazing to see what this could be. What it’s becoming. What it ought to look like. I don’t know if it will make sense or if I will have the time to get anything done. But I’m trying. The right foot forward, the line of best fit. October, this year I will crush you.
I’m pretty sure I have a caffeine headache or a sugar addiction or dehydration right now. Pick one. Or all three.
Heaven help me…