Why am I blogging? I haven’t written much yet. I’m definitely not a writer. I struggle, to be honest. I’m dyslexic. It feels very strange and rather exposing to write in public, even more so to write about my work and myself. But I want to think out loud, I want to document and to reflect.
I always thought I’d be sorted by now, but I realise that many people go their whole lives without getting sorted. In that regard I feel lucky to have been brave / stupid enough to have taken a change in direction, even if it does feel like I’m about to leap into the abyss some days.
In reality, it’s actually not a radical change. It’s always been there: that burning desire to make. It’s either in you or it’s not. It just depends what gets in the way.
For me, 2012 has been a bad year. But I think life has to jump up and slap you in the face sometimes before you realise something needs to change. So I’m picking myself up and putting my life back together again, hopefully in the way I want it to be this time.