or at least attempt to find one. i’m a self-proclaimed jackie of too many trades.
i can do this…
and teach this… 
and light this…
and then there’s this…
and sometimes this…
and yet, here i stand on the brink of poverty. all these gigs, pet projects and side hustles don’t add up to much in the way of security.
ah… the magical word. yea, sure. i can pay my bills, no problem. yes, yes. i have an inspiring, supportive family and a dope circle of friends who won’t let me fall victim to the “starving artist syndrome”, but father save me if i get into an accident or lose all my teeth, cause my ass sure as hell ain’t insured. no j. lo. and i can’t just up and strike out on my own, let alone travel, buy a car or get an apartment. i’m good enough for right now, sure, but definitely not for the long haul.
which brings us to the moral of this story: what do i want to do with this life?! what do i want the next 40-some-odd years of my life to sum up to? teaching? (eh.) performing? (maybe.) helping the greater good of humanity? (yes, absolutely!) solidifying my name in the history books? (well, that would be nice.) but how? and doing what? or really the question should be creating what? these are questions for 2011.
