Daily

This morning drinking coffee, reading emails. Jobs I don’t want. Stuff I should buy. Publisher’s Clearing House, telling me to head over to their website and play their games like I did yesterday, for a minute. A couple of minutes. Just enough time to enter the sweepstakes: $7,000 a week for life. And I thought: What if I just stop this? Because maybe contemplating a life I don’t want, and a life I can’t have, is poisoning my spirit. It’s me telling me I don’t believe in you. Maybe that little part of me that’s responsible for dreaming and making…maybe it doesn’t want to be told it needs to be diverted, or rescued. When all it–all I–really want is to be a creative person, and a good person. And all you have to do for that is create, and show up. Every day.