live a bohemian lifestyle

I am myself, that means that my mind is full of vision, poetry, music. Too long this has been buried under the pile of mundane worries and responsibilities. It has been suffocating me. Finally today I felt a true spark again, a drawing that promised more, to become a painting that will thrill me.

I can’t escape the mundane completely, I can’t quit my job and run away to Alaska or Europe, I am not at the point that I am able to escape my responsibilities, but I can make my time more artistically productive. To hell with trying to make my home look like it is out of a magazine, if there’s clutter, its creative clutter, so be it.

I want to remember myself. I want to feel the blood streaming in my veins. I want the lust of wind rushing across my body, lifting me to fly off over the buildings and trees and oceans. Fear will fall away like unused plates of armor. Power in my hands to create my art. MY ART. To throw off the invisible critic and reach, thrust, dig into my true vision. To remember that the opinions of anyone, ANYONE else are utterly irrelevant, as long as I follow my path, my own path. Cast off the mask, the chains of normality, forget domesticity. Breathe air and not mud. Rediscover my decadent self.