God, I used to “rage against the dying of the light” like it was out of fucking style.
The last 2 years have been the most stressful and wonderful of my life. I am exhausted. My creative fires flicker every now and again but they don’t burn steadily like I want them to…like they used to.
I feel like I am constantly on the go with work and traveling and cleaning and dieting and just the every day minutiae that always seems so much more important than “Hey Bitch, why don’t you sit down and funnel some of those warm fuzzies into an essay…or a painting…or hell, ANYTHING?”
So here I am. With a brand-new blog.
Clean white pillowcase just waiting for my makeup smears.
Hellcat? Are you still in there?