a little introspection

Its been a while . . .

I guess when you're busy you're busy.  I've missed writing, jotting down my thoughts, deciding what I'm ok with people knowing and what I want to keep special, just for me.

I work now.

A lot.

In the end its good, its great even, but its taken away the time i was honoured to give to my own little artistic expression, writing.

I'm surrounded by a lot of artistic people and I love it.  I get to talk to artists, actors, filmmakers and graphic designers and I'm constantly amazed and slightly jealous of their creative process and talent.  See I can't paint or draw, I can't act or sing that well and I certainly can't make a website look beautiful.  And sometimes I wonder; being surrounded by all this tactile talent, what I can offer.

Its a question I've been thinking a lot about lately.  What makes me . . . me?  I can't say I've really found the answer and I'm slowly growing alright with the fact that I haven't.

Or at least I'm growing alright with the fact its taking some time to grow alright with it.