Silver lining to my soul destroying, under-resourced, wildly ambitious, full-time plus, artscorporate job is that I now wear clothes that fit me.

Alcohol is not my poison.

I would love not to be having an existential crisis every waking moment

Not everyone makes it to 42.

I am grateful for every incredible thing I have.

Magnum Opus

Suddenly occurs to me why I am I trying to numb myself stupid. Everything is sucks. We should all be very concerned.

Good luck out there, strangers, within your walls and walls. I hope you find what you're looking for and can relax for a minute.

I was ghosted in a professional creative relationship, and I've never recovered. Ghosts do what they do best, haunt interminably. psychologytoday.com/au/blog/unders…

Indubitably

I know that I need ADHD meds. I know that they work for me. I know I can't afford it. And I know there's nothing I can do about it.

Signing up for notifications on Linkedin for jobs as a 'director' means I'm getting ads for Director of Corporate Affairs for Telstra and Funeral Director Assistant at White Lady Funerals. Haven't heard back from either yet.

There's nothing like explaining the entire plot of The Good Son to a group of people who absolutely do not care, and you just keep going

All these incredibly cut elderly Asian gentlemen at the local pool inspire me to re-enrol my kid in swimming classes