flowing for sure

32 is the new year and after hustlin' and hustlin' i'm flowin' along. still working the multi part time jobs but let me tell you- i value my freedom. part of my life is scheduling me, but knowing i dictate where i go and when is a beauteous thing. it's having options that i thrive on. and diversifying my entity is what gives me my luxe life. not for everyone, but letting me be. and i have no complaints right now. i just flow, till the next bridge i come to...

i heart staycationing... hustling and flowing for myself

day three of four days of doing for me. "staycation" is such a silly word but brilliant too actually. see, i would probably normally call this puttering, but it's turned out to be just what i needed after a summer of double jobbing all over the place. so i'm tired, and have been tired but now i'm starting to feel refreshed as things either fall into place or are getting put into their places. so, tomorrow is one more day and then back to work, sort of. studio is almost there and brain is continuing to percolate ideas... chomping chomping chomping...

the flow?

where did the summer go? haven't gone to the beach once. lovely nyc and it's lovely beaches and not once. but alas, i spent the summer dipping brushes into lovely pots of beautiful colors to paint a mural that is sure to bedazzle the eyes for those that make it down to sunset park. it was no easy feat, but dear purple team co-queen aerin and i pulled it off. well almost... tomorrow will be the third attempt at finishing it, for real... friday we clear outta there and then the following friday the 29th will be the grand day of celebrating it in all its glory. hurrah to a productive summer!

just the hustle

the flow is really just an afterthought at this point. all those wonderous travels and now it's back to the grind. i'm on day 15 of 20 days straight of work, but i can't complain as my work entails working with youth to paint a mural i am leading with a dear friend. not back breaking work, just a few long days that lead into a couple long nights of serving nice folks food and bevvies... on my feet all the time. ugh... what a whiney thing i am. but alas, my bed calls to my 16th day. four days closer to a day of rest (aka organize my home and clean up my built up messes...). that oyster, i'm still chomping on it...

the hustle and flow

i'm leaving again in a little over two weeks. and i have a few pending projects and little steam to forge ahead. and so... what better thing to do than "blog"? it's like a need to just pour the noise outta me. when there's much to do, my inertia starts in bed. and sometimes i can do it, and make it down the hall but then i return. there's that productivity factor i have in me but can't seem to tap into. but damn, it always feels sooooooo goooooood... to close a door. finish a chapter. check it off the list. to just git 'er done... and yet here i am. staring at this screen, zapping away those precious little brain cells of energy, flattening my ass out... typing my way toward that inevitable headache. and why? well... it's rainy out for one. and... i'm afraid. i think that my test prints will come out lousy. so maybe if i don't do them... well i'll never know i guess. cut clip to the bigger picture, the greater metaphor. maybe if i don't give it a real shot i can hide in my cowardliness and never take that bite outta life. and never know how hard it is to be living the life i've wanted to live. cause what if it isn't what i want??? fuck i'm starting to sound like my least favorite director. neurotic. lost in my thoughts. not taking action when it offers the gratification i secretly desire.

so. i've decided to get on that plane. and why? well... i always get that fresh perspective when i do. and this is why i am free. free as a boid.