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| Fake It til You Make It. |
Been putting food on the table. Trying to communicate in the Tower of Babel. Keeping it '100'.
Working more than is good for me, and therefore more than adequately gives me enough time to look for work outside what I am doing. I love what I am sometimes able to do and accomplish, and I do my best to mitigate the physical impact that is having own my body. I am still managing to squeak out some artwork, a few pieces of which I can stand to look at again. I've tabled the idea of doing a print book for the time, even though my draft (whipped up in just three days!) is complete at 280 some pages.
But...
I need to get real. I'm exhausted emotionally all the time. I'm physically sore from the time I get up until I uncomfortably lie in bed hoping my brain will stop doing loop de loops. My knees hurt every time I get up or bend down. I continue to have lower back and abdominal pain, but I'm not spending any more money to be told there is nothing wrong, and I'm a needy hypochondriac. But I know I am not healthy. I can feel that I am not 100% and that my lifestyle is seriously compromising my health.
Even though I have tools to help, I simply can't be high all the time. Too many things need my attention. Too many things are too complicated for me to just sit around in a semi distracted state. I have a hard enough time staying focused on the currently spinning plates. Eventually one of these plates is going to break if I don't figure a way out of my over-commitment.
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| James @ Stern Grove / Good Things |
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| Santa Fe Trip / Good Things |
