This is the midway point of 2023. For me, personally, this is not how I imagined this moment. I expected a couple projects to be well under way, or to have begun by now. The cosmic giggle reminded me what comes from expectations. Lessons in restraint, long exhales, and vain attempts at stillness. That last one is something that will require more time, true?
I continue to freelance and hustle. I doubt that’ll change, at least as far as the hustle part goes (buckle up, I.A.T.S.E. 706). But the delay of expectations creates space for opportunities. I joined forces with other arty-types and we have a studio outside of my home, The Hive. I took up teaching again starting with makeup for LGBTQ+ teens. Next up, more makeup workshops, diorama classes and something I’m cooking up called “tiny worlds”. Watch this space. This may not look like what I thought, but it was needed to get where I am headed to next. Some of these things were years in the making. Some out of the blue. The projects are still there, just not in the order previously imagined.
Summer Solstice is this moment when the sun is at its highest. It’s the moment of suspension before our hemisphere begins to tilt away from the light and the days begin to grow shorter. This falling away is a release I’ve been moving towards without knowing it. The longest day of the year, before the next shift in the cycle of continual transformation.
I’m not saying “take stock” or asking you to reflect. I won’t stop you, if you feel so inclined. Rather, I am reminding you that you are here. Now. In this spot. It might not be where you thought you might be. But you still did some shit to get here. You still have shit to do. It’s your experience. And you own it. That’s the beauty of it all, true?
Merry meet. Merry part. Merry meet again.