Life n. The physical, mental, and spiritual experiences that constitute existence.
I used to be an artist named Dean Grey. Now I've tucked him away.
Sometimes life gets in the way of our dreams and this is one of those times.
Most days it feels like I just go through the motions--like there's this disconnect looming over me. Or maybe it's just art withdrawal symptoms.
I've been taking on more hours at both of my jobs lately, which leaves little room for anything else.
The last time I drew or painted was back in January...almost four months ago. Much too long, especially when over a decade ago, I used to draw and paint on a daily basis.
But on the bright side, I met someone. We've been quietly dating for two months and we're taking things slowly. What little free time I do have has been spent with him.
And while I'm thankful to have him and be working, I'm hoping one day life will be in sync with my creative endeavors again.
One day Dean Grey will return...I just don't think it'll be anytime soon.