Self portrait, Holocaust Memorial

that’s me during my senior year research, when I fancied myself a self portrait maker.

I need to write more. I need to take more pictures. I need to get back on stage. I need to start reconnecting with those elements of my creative self that got pushed to the side in favor of career, a paycheck, and growing up.

I work with insanely creative people who, on top of kicking ass at their job, still somehow find the time to be professional kick asses at stuff I only have time to make a hobby.

No excuses. I know I have the capacity to utilize my time and my noggin in a more efficient productive way – I’m not getting any younger.