A Musing #75

Happy New Year and 2019 can finally be thrown away in the trash. I fall into the category of people who survived the year. If you made it through, I’m proud of you. We don’t need to talk about the holidays if you don’t want to. This wasn’t an easy go, but look at us. We’re here. As much as I can go on about how draining and challenging this last tour around the sun was in detail, there were blessings sprinkled in there.

Everyone usually posts the highlights of the decade, but I’ve always been one to be more transparent. Plus, having time after all the celebrations to really digest 2019 being over has helped. Of course I had some great achievements like articles in the news and some paintings I’m quite pleased with. This last year really took a major chunk out of me physically and more so mentally. All that shit really showed me how far I can go, but it still hurt. I wouldn’t of been able to do it if it weren’t for my friends. My ride or die’s know who they are and I wouldn’t been here if it weren’t for them. I already knew they were my people, but they’re more than that. They’re family. Words cannot describe my gratitude that I’ve been so lucky to be a part of their lives.

So it’s now 2020. A new decade where I can officially assume my role as Jay Gatsby. Throw lavish parties for vernissages and stare at a green light outside my studio every night thinking of a nostalgic love. It’ll be great, Old Sport. Does that count as New Year’s resolution? I’ll bounce back and I promise everyone who’s stuck with me so much more.