.Dream with a Cheap Guitar.

This has been a good two months. There have been some downs, and a fair share of 'coaster-style emotional rides, but for every depressed moment I had two happy ones. I have been muddling my way through school for four years now, and for the first time I find myself looking at myself two steps closer to who I really want to be.

While writing this, I keep looking over at my prints, which are piled on my bed, and I keep smiling.

I always end up hating myself for 'tooting my own horn', but for some reason this just feels different. It's like for the first time, instead of producing just because I could or I should, I really reached out, dived in, and made.

I still wouldn't put any of my stuff on a gallery wall, but I actually have work that I want to share.

This has been a semester of reaching epiphany for me. I realized some time near the end of second year just who I wanted to be, and what I wanted to believe. I have never before felt closer to that idea than I do now.

So now I'm a rocket man. I'll see you on the moon.