What the h*ll am I doing? (and why)
I wasn’t sure if I was going to share this. In fact, I’m still not. But here I am, nonetheless, brain dumping words down as part-exercise-part-self-care-part-potential-asset-building for future projects.
You know that junk drawer that everyone has in their home? The one full of seemingly mismatched things because they might prove useful at some point? Well, I’ve got a virtual one on my desktop, full of notes, screenshots, saved links and my random introspective thoughts—my musings.
This is not a diary, per se, but a collected series of semi-related self-reflections in my head. I’ll try to curate down to the ones more “creative leaning”.
See, I’m a self-proclaimed ambivert:
Yes: I live in my head half of the time, but the other half? I'm out here in these streets. Soooooo: in addition to sharing ruminations, (Ala’ “musings”) I’m going to catalog my outs and abouts— albeit sporadically— here too.
I don’t do clubs, but galleries and pop-ups and performance events? Oh My.