Right on queue, the new upcoming year hits me with emotions… Feelings of frustration. Feelings of un-worthiness. Feelings that I’ll never achieve anything in life. Yet at the same time, I get feelings that I can do what I put my sweat and heart into. It’s a constant mental battle with myself that I face every single year.
These past few years I drifted away from minimalism. And I’m making it a point to revisit the positive feelings that minimalism gives me. Minimalism allows me to focus on what actually fucking matters and gives me permission to give a big “fuck you” to all the rest.
At the end of the day, I’m an artist struggling to make sense of life. Weddings or not, it’s the truth. I have so many responsibilities both to my family and myself. I battle them internally all the time. And every year I’m face to face with them. I want to do good to others and myself.
I’m excited to be detaching myself from the world in a few days. No social media or my phone. I’m going to take some time to do some self-reflection.