I am back in the land of UFO's, Raw Foodists, Taoist Sexologists & Candida Dieters.
I need to write more. So much to share.
Things are good...new apartment, new girlfriend...back in my old job. For the first time in what seems like forever, I am financially OK. Not great, but not starving or unable to buy socks or coffee.
But "Who Am I", lingers on like a bad cold.
I need a label..."Writer"..."Healer"..."Actor"..."Artist"...
Why do we crave labels so? I don't know, but I envy those who knew that they wanted to be a dentist from the age of 4.
At 4, I wanted to be a superhero.
Maybe that's what I should shoot for.
Seems to work for my friend Andrea.
Where has my desire to blog gone?
Where for art thou dear muse?
Museless writing...hmm....could work.