There is where you are and there is where you want to be.

When I started FLOLAS, I had the intention of creating an online comic book that could demonstrate my artwork, my writing, and serve as a template for what I wanted it to become. I didn't think I would still be working on the first episode seven and half years later. As I've written here previously, my career path has been strange and unpredictable. Now, I stand at a precipice, hesitant to leap.

I think I need to move.

All my life, I've lived in the Southeastern United States. Like everywhere else, there's good and bad. I grew up in rural Alabama, but then lived in Orlando, Huntsville, and now Birmingham. I've since somewhat fallen in love with the liberal bastions scattered about the South - the splatter of blue enclaves in the endless sea of red; amid my fellow outcasts. We're a different sort of weird.

I don't think I can stay though. The world is too big. It needs to be seen. But where to? I love to travel: I've been to Mexico and Canada; the Pacific North West, Los Angeles, New York, Atlanta, Savannah, New Orleans, Boston... You can only see so much while travelling. From my experience, you need to live somewhere to truly get to know a place. However, I've also travelled and lived in enough places to know that wherever you go, there you are, and there isn't a magical metamorphosis that changes you as a person. If you’re miserable somewhere, a change of scenery might cheer you up for a time, but you’re still the same person and the misery will return.

Or joy or whatever, I guess what I’m trying to say is…

Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.

I need to finish the first episode with haste. No more side projects and hiatuses. No more wasting time with traditional career aspirations. FLOLAS must be the focus until it is done. If I am to be a trail blazer then it’s about time I set some brush fires. It’s dark and scary out there. Full of mystery…

The space between the beginning and the end is all there is.

There's no memory of the beginning, and then end is unknowable.

There is only the present moment.

I have finally paid my student debts. I have the education that I need. I have multiple skill sets, principal, and principles. I am ready to flourish.

Part of the reason I update on the Equinoxes and Solstices is because I work better with a deadline. A good crunch period really helps sometimes. Helps to get the creativity stoked, the blood pumping. Gather energy and muses. It protects… A weapon. A sword. A blanket. Against?

Unknown demons along the way.

I likely anguish entirely too much over this little comic book. Or perhaps not enough.