I watched a documentary on Keith Haring the other night. If you don't know, he died of aids at the age of 32. He kept painting and painting and painting until he died. He never took a break.
I feel like this also. The minute I'm okay enough to get work done I feel like I have to start dozens of new projects--whatever pours out of my head... like I can't take a break... like it would be a waste if I did. Why is that?
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I think I can kind of understand it a little--it's like trying to squeeze as much of life as you can. Hope you keep feeling okay!
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