I know i ask perfection of a quite imperfect world.
And fool enough to think that's what ill find
Its a hard day.
Seems everyone wants something for free. I love art, i love my work and i love making it all. But as magical as my luck can be... i am not a mystic with the ability to create money from air and hope from nothing.
Its all good... just a hard 3 weeks of alot of work and this is my stretching/exhausted point where a younger me would stick my heels into the ground and want to stop and stamp my feet or not see it through.
But i wont do that... ill type it down and think about it for an hour one morning. But then ill go make some coffee and realise i have to get back on it because it wont get done unless it comes from me. We have achieved so much, more than my imagination could have possibly thought up in less than a year. And im just worn. I need a break.
Everytime i feel like that i listen to the carpenters.
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