diary notes page 93,8457
plan is to work hard today for a handful of hours on jobwork, and then work hard all weekend on vlog episode #3 as well as the new look for this blog. i’ve decided too much time and energy and even money went into designing and building UMX, so im not sure i want to replace the theme yet. but i’ve put some cash into the theme youll soon see here and this weekend (or early next week) i plan on putting some solid hours into the redesign here. the color scheme will remain (black, gray, white, red) i’m pretty sure, but the entire structure will change in that vlogging will be the main attraction and function. a text blog will coexist here for when i just want to blab a bit about what’s goin down.
i’m really not sure what to do about UMX for now. i’m not taking it down or anything like that. it has too many readers and subscribers for me to vanish it, and truth is, i’m not sure i’m done blogging in that vein…i’m just done for the moment. anyway. i’ll figure it out.
not much to say here except…the separation doesnt feel as dramatic anymore. trying to be friends with the ex, there’s plenty of good reasons to do so. trying to keep an eye on and spend time with and be good to my girls. my daughters mean the world to me, all of them. not that my sons don’t. but my girls have a special place in my heart.
thinking this year will see me very much not seeking out or obsessing about or prioritizing female company. i’ve spent the rest of my life doing that so far, and i think it’s time i shifted a lot of that energy to my art. and my work. and in fact, that’s already begun. and its good. it’s good for me, it’s good for them, it’s good for everyone. that’s how i see it.
and it feels good, 2009, so far. very good. the cosmic morbius strips sees a twist that puts more weight on the soles of my feet, and i feel i grow closer to my true self. none of it is easy, but who cares. dont know bout you, but i was never promised a life of peach pie, costly linens, and bath oils. it’s been a fight since day one. see me smiling? that’s cuz i’m a warrior. i was born to fight.
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