I’m making progress. This is good. I feel like I’ve almost made it over the last fence; I’m so close to being out of the zoo.
Sleep is coming more naturally for the first time in years. Insomnia had its benefits for writing, but it wasn’t worth the feeling of instability.
My creative ability has been multiplying like bacteria. Every two weeks I look back at my artwork from a fortnight before and think, “Wow, how could I have possibly thought that looked good?” It’s uncanny.
I’m progressing spiritually. Once again, like escaping from the zoo.
Professionally. Exactly a year ago I threw in the towel and abandoned the business I had invested thousands in. After a year of discouragement I’m ready to give it another shot. And I will.
Yep. Progress is awesome. :]