3-17-25

I previously let myself tuck tail and roll over too easily. One of the great joys of achievement is overcoming the odds, and in part, proving others wrong. And though this second part may be uncouth and ungentlemanly to say, I think it is undeniably part of it for me. Boil away the nuance and the raw feeling I get from self publishing a comic is the same feeling I get from saving a ball in a soccer game. I have denied myself that struggle that ignites a fire within me.

Does one need a deadline in order to work hard? Or is it just a matter of priorities? I have felt increasingly less served by my phone and the TV. More time needs to be spent stimulated by the world around me, and escapism through my own brain.