You know you’ve been stuck doing the wrong things when you don’t get to spend time with yourself anymore.
I wrote someone just tonight: things have been too noisy in my head.
I’ve been away far too long.
Time to go home, Jo. Time to create again.
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I’ve been planning a proper New York trip in years, and today, one week til I get there, I feel disengaged. Is this the calm before the storm? What happens when I get to NYC, the art capital of the world? Will I meet my creative mentor? Is that what this trip is about?