An Artist at a 9-5

A tale as old as time Bruh. I set out to write about this but ended up waxing philosophical, as I do time and again (lol). Really been feeling full in my embrace of an artistic identity lately. Also feeling that my actions are catching up to my desires in this sense. I never feel more fully content in being myself than when I am at some local, amateur-level music or art event. I love the vibes. No pretentiousness, no gatekeeping, no presumption. Everyone either there just having a good time (lil smoke, lil drink, yaknowwhatimsayinnn) or anxiously awaiting the chance to share their stories and art. Pure community building. Art for the sake of art. Not commercialized, not for profit. A moving fluid conversation and the sparkle at the prospect of a new connection, collaboration, or… friend ✨🌈. I think that, given enough space and intentionality for self-reflection, it is wholly possible to embody this truest self in every facet of life. Achieving this level of singularity is arguably a…

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