In 2026.............................

In 2026, maybe sooner, I'm going to stop whining in here and get back to creativity.

I've made that promise before and broken it 10 seconds later, but, I don't know, things feel different to me right now. I feel like I'm on the precipice of redemption.

I am fiercely creative. It's all I think about. I take it in with every breath and exhale it with every exasperated breath. I think about being creative, I am creative in my soul; I also lust after creativity in books, movies, poetry - I must have it. Other wise I AM FUCKING BORED.

And yet, I whine. 

Years ago I wrote good stuff in here - sarcastic, witty, unique. When I go back and re-read it I laugh out loud, or smile in appreciation of my creative turn of phrase. At some point I went 100% whiny, which probably means I myself went 100% whiny. Disgusting.

I hunger for change. I am tired of me and tired of my life.

I'll be 72 in January, and here it comes again......................my mother always said I was a late bloomer.

Well, mama, it don't get much later than 72.