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RANT.
I experienced a lifetime this weekend and now I feel like I could sleep for a year. I rushed down to Florida in anticipation of blue skies, but found myself with grey days full of worry and unnecessary hospital visits. I've realized that you only have one shot. I'm going to graduate in May, but before that I have five shows that I need to print, frame, hang and produce; I honestly think my brain is going to ooze out of my ear when it's all over. I don't even know if I have the money to finish framing everything at this point. All of that is secondary to the fact that I really need this to all work out. If I'm going to do something that truly makes me happy, I need to be on top of it now. There is not looking back once I start going.
But before all of that I'm going on a road trip to Las Vegas to finish the project above. I've written my only artist statement that I feel comfortable with. I find myself settling in my own skin daily in preparation for "real life". I don't know what it is about being in Florida that makes me find comfort in writing here, but there is no other substitution for some reason. Inevitably the next day I either want to, or do, erase my entry--for the time being it seems right though.