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An artist’s life is a lonely life.

If it’s real I want to feel it.

Is it okay to give up on the dream of love, marriage and family? I don’t know. It’s a choice I have to consider and it’s a difficult one. Torn between the life of singlehood, childlessness, freedom, spontaneity, and the life of deep union, devotion, fellowship with a man, having a child or children and living life with an extra role of parent /wife. It’s a serious divergence. I don’t know which one calls to me more and if I will regret either choice.

I like so many things. It’s hard to like one thing, it’s even harder to be good at one thing. At times I think I could be an artist, other times I think a songwriter, maybe a good cook, perhaps an actor, I do love role playing and parodying, other times I am convinced I could make a great lawyer, and sometimes I just want to do nothing. Be nothing. What is even this?

This page is against my better judgment but I’m going to use it to discover myself and the kind of person I want to be to myself and the world.😇😇

This year I am doing things that scare me. New things. Novel things. Things I’ve never done before and I am going to live a happy life 😊