It's little wonder that one of my first tattoos was the phoenix. My personal mythology is filled with firey deaths and rebirths. Careers, relationships, jobs, life's work...all subject to change. I'm doing it again and for once, it's not exciting. It's filled with anxiety, panic, uncertainty and makes me simply want to curl up on the couch and rock.
I'm bound to inaction and now, more than ever, I need to move, act, defy, create. Recreate me...who I am, what I do, how I move through my world.
I've decided to share this here, with you, a community of artists, who can perhaps understand me best right now. The people in my immediate world don't seem to get it, I should just get up and get on. They don't understand the kinds of wounds that I feel right now and how that effects me.
I need to journey to the wellspring and to do that, I first have to stop rocking on the couch. Then I have to see the path that has to be cleared of rubble before I can even step foot on it.
Perhaps...what I need most of all...is a hero.
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