Birthdays [#061224]

 06/12/24

It was my birthday yesterday, making me 32 years old. Plus the nine months I was cuddled up warm in my Mum's belly. I'm excited and feeling positive about what the rest of the decade will bring. It won't all be good, but I am slowly coming to terms with the fact that life isn't all good anyway. I think being an adult means being exposed to the harsh realities of the world. Sadly, some kids are exposed to them too way before their time.

Lately, I've been trying hard to conceptualize pain as a vehicle for growth. I have experienced a lot of pain in my short career as an artist so far, but it is through that pain that I have arrived at the place I am today. Similarly, for most of my twenties, I was racked with a spiritual sickness, which presented itself in the form of addiction. Now that the addiction is (for now, at least), 'dealt with', I am simply left with myself, which sounds easy but absolutely isn't. The reason I used to use to excess was to avoid myself. At 32 years old I can say that I am starting to love myself.