It only takes a trip to somewhere worse to appreciate coming home to a place one was initially glad to leave.
I’ve been doing that a lot recently, but switching between going to somewhere worse and to somewhere better, constantly flipping my perspective back and forth (and, ultimately, leaving me moving in no real direction at all most of the time).
Ever feel like you’re secretly an amazing artist, and you just have to set up your life so that you start creating the art, and the world will follow suit by tossing gobs of money your way to encourage more art to be shared with the world? I totally do. And I felt a lot of the pull today towards doing that with my life. It has been a spectacular end of and beginning of these two different years of my life today. My brain is sleepy from so much back-and-forth thought patterns and emotions, but thrilled at prospects that feel ever nearer. 🙂 I have happy hopes and intentions for this year.