I do not remember who I was before my depression.
A year ago, I put together my first solo exhibition called Carry On at Goodspace gallery. This was the centrepiece, titled Sapience.
Maybe I am just a little bit attached to my things and the memories attached to the things. It’s kind of fine.
I don’t regret uni, but I say that with a bit of surprise because I definitely messed myself up. Here are some things I should have done.
2020 MUST be the year that I'll manage to trick myself into exercise, and I'll log it to prove it. Spoiler alert: I manage to do exercise.
Therapy has done a world of good for me, but it took a long time for me to start and an even longer time for me to make it a regular thing.
I have depression, anxiety, ADHD, and absolutely no sense of chronological personal history. It's taken a lot of work to get here.
It's a fresh start. New blog, old posts, new website... We're throwing ourselves into a 2020 kind of year.
I am in a slow process of looking at this blog and reevaluating what I want for it.
May is Zine Season! I will be at the MCA Zine Fair on the 5th and Otherworlds Zine Fair on the 26th.
Turns out being productive while working full time doesn’t include my blog somehow. I feel like that needs to change.
Somehow I’m still making things and doing things? Honestly it’s just as surprising for me as it is for you.
I had a lot of goals at the beginning of the year that didn’t end up happening this particular year.
Guys! I got a dog! And opened an Etsy store! First, the dog.
I’m honestly pretty impressed with myself. I’m on the road at the moment, on the last trip of my year. We’re in Canada still.
In May I had one or two weeks of very regular, scheduled productivity.
I have no idea. It feels like years ago. I’m pretty sure this is Venice with some Florence spliced into it.