Like most things at the moment, I am delayed, but something is better than nothing. I am pushing myself to write more, and actually publish things, regardless of their perfect/imperfect status. I haven’t done one of these since lockdown, and so much has happened in the interim.

My therapist asked me to sit with that cold, lonely girl in the corner of the room. What would I say to her? What do I want to do?

It’s funny looking at these images and reminiscing my first visit back in 2012. Literally 10 years prior, and so much have changed. I feel like a completely different human being.

As an artist who has five hundred projects on the go and a million ideas bursting forth every millisecond, the idea of an ever onward almost feels invigorating; nearly liberating, even. There are dreams beyond dreams that float around in my brain, and in my soul, and I ache to fulfil them all, although the human constraint of doing one thing at a time thoroughly shakes me to my core.

A monthly recap on what’s been happening in life lately.