Something About a Road Less Travelled

Something About a Road Less Travelled

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So this is it. the road less travelled. It feels like every other day except there’s no job security.

I have officially begun my life as a fully independent artist/creator/feen. Which is exciting of course. But also incredibly terrifying. The type of terrifying that keeps you up at night. But also the type of terror that is privileged. It’s a privilege to have the opportunity to do this full time. So there’s gratitude. But it would be unhelpful and unwise to pretend like it’s perfect. If I were to leave out the bad parts I’d be curating a false image. And that’ something I’ve never wanted to do.

That said, I feel free for the first time in years. Maybe ever. I get to wake and work on what stirs my heart every day. Which is lovely. And hopefully the paycheck will follow in time. But the money is only so I can survive, it isn’t the motivation.

A gorgeous thing. Exciting times ahead. If there’s anything you want to work on with me, give us a shout. Or if yu want to support, but a book, a print, listen to the podcast, follow me on socials, do the buy m a coffee. Do whatever you can. I’ll still be here either way, tipping along, trying to form words into shapes that make you feel less alone.

The road les travelled doesn’t have to be a lonely walk.

Onwards as always.