Nothing like death...

To add a little perspective to life. Between turning 40 earlier this year and burying my grandmother yesterday, I'm starting to realize just how many life decisions are being made for me due to my own indecision. I'm sure I've talked in some manner about this before, but it's not like I've solved the problem at this point. So many of my past decisions have been reactive/adaptive rather than proactive. I've made some positive changes for myself--getting sober and quitting smoking for example--but I've not really aligned myself career-wise with something I'd be proud of.

I need to pursue art again. Not just to create it, I'll always do that, but I need to pursue getting paid to do it. I need to make it a career and I need to focus. Exactly what this will look like has yet to be completely formed, but I know it will narrow down to comics. Of all the different avenues, that is my favorite, the one I have the longest and most joyous passion for, and the one I consider myself best at.

Dicks for listening!