Hours fly by. Days are gone in a wink. If I wasn't so tired I'd give up sleeping, just to get caught up. My selfish desires, at 53, are to stay at home and studio for days at a time, perhaps weeks, and catch up with my personal needs. Scary. Scary because all I crave is time; time to create, time to clean and put away. I must find a way to take control of this or I will spiral into a chaotic, self destructive downfall. The "Kevin" mantra.... take care of yourself first, take care of yourself first, take care of yourself first. If I ever decide on that first tattoo, that will be it. Right where I can see it constantly and be reminded. And then, maybe, I will quit hearing my father telling me I am selfish. Ouch. Help.
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