Day 250 • The 4th of March, 2023

🌄 Day 250/365 Admittedly, it was hard to know what to do with myself yesterday. I’d spent Fridays and Saturdays at the bar so often for so long that I kept feeling like I was supposed to be doing something I wasn’t. It was kind of like a waking dream where every so often I remembered I was supposed to be bartending but somehow had forgotten to go in and had forgotten to tell anyone I wasn’t there. It was strange. I’m trying to plan out my next moves in art.  Not just the regular internet marketing and content-posting I’ve done for years, but what do I make next? What do I want to create? Who am I as an artist at this point? What do I want to say? What is my purpose? These are all kind of heavy questions and sometimes they get jumbled around my brain. The muscle memory will come back, I’m sure. At the moment my muscle memory is telling me to pour a good pint or deliver kimchee-wings to customers or check the freezer for available kegs. It’ll come back to me. It always has. 20+ years o