A year ago, I didn’t think much about the future because I felt stuck.
Still stuck in some ways, but back then I didn’t even know what direction existed.
I was just… surviving.
Toward the end of last year, I decided to start saving a little money,
learn how to invest,
and at least try to build something small for myself.
I knew I had to draw more, but I procrastinated.
I didn’t know how to start.
Didn’t know what my voice was anymore.
And writing?
That wasn’t even on the table.
Writing was something “writers” did —
people who went to school, not a dude in a van selling plastic bags.
But I kept hearing a theme from people I respected:
Jordan Peterson saying,
“If you write, you feel better.”
And Robert Rodriguez saying,
“Just write.
Anything.
There are ideas deep in your head you don’t even know are there.”
So I started writing.
On my phone while I drove.
Talking my thoughts into a mic.
Copying them into notes.
Shaping them later on the computer.
And something clicked:
Writing is thinking.
Not typing — thinking.
Once I understood that,
the writing started giving me inspiration to draw again.
Not traditional drawing —
my own weird, scrappy, crooked line work.
The stuff that feels like me.
Around the same time, I learned about diet and biology.
I learned how the liver works.
How inflammation really happens.
How food affects sleep, energy, even your emotions.
Lifting weights wasn’t enough.
My insides were messed up.
Fixing the food fixed the lifting.
Fixed my energy.
Helped me lose weight I didn’t even know was inflammation.
So what changed this year?
- I’m writing — something I never thought I’d do.
- I’m saving money — something I never thought I could do.
- I’m drawing again — differently, and more honestly.
- I’m eating in a way that actually heals me.
- I’m learning how my body works.
- I’m learning how I work.
I’m not where I want to be yet,
but a year ago I didn’t even know I could move.
Now at least I’m moving.
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