The signs I’ve gotten in the past few years, weeks, days, seem to have pointed to me focusing on the now. I have on many occasions done just that, or at the very least on ‘the very soon’. (Like when planning a trip). But I still find myself thinking of the future or the past from time to time. Both bringing me heartache. Fearing who I will become and mourning who I use to be. I must remind myself to focus on the now. 

Now.

Closing my studio doors and announcing I am done with that was probably premature. I may not want to open my studio doors NOW, but I shouldn’t make assumptions about what the future holds. 

NOW I want to take advantage of the confinement this pandemic has created and focus on enjoying the quiet, the slower pace. Perhaps one day I will want to speed up, but NOW I want to slow down and retreat. Now is the perfect time to do so.

And NOW, I want to go get high and work on my book.

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