I need to be around artists. I need to be around nature. Around animals. Around whimsy and craftsmanship. Where small things are appreciated and life is quieter and maybe slower, where it isnโt run only by the need to make money and climb higher than someone else.
To just be. To get to enjoy the things about being alive that other people need to be stopped and reminded to take notice of.
To learn. To enjoy. To appreciate. To create. To connect with others, both people and animals and plants and the circle of life.
Maybe I need to leave New York. Or at least find a different place within it to live and spend my time.
I need a safe haven that is beyond the walls of my apartment. Where there are other people who are nice and polite and considerate of others. Not solely locked onto their personal smartphone and nothing else.
I want to go to artist fairs. I want to draw or paint. To sing and dance. For the sake of it, for the enjoyment of it. Not to make money. Not to have a side hustle. I donโt want to hustle anymore. Just let me find peace.
