📰 Sunday, May 24, 2026 — 1:55 p.m.
Today felt different.
I woke up at 6 in the morning like always.
“I’m up. I’m up.”
Usually I wake up mentally dragging myself into the day.
But not today.
Today I felt movement.
Not perfect movement.
But movement.
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This past week I drifted into sadness again.
Not dramatic sadness.
Low energy.
Rumination.
The kind that keeps you sitting inside your own head too long until almost an entire week disappears emotionally.
But somewhere in the middle of all that fog, something happened.
I realized maybe I don’t need to become somebody else anymore.
Maybe I just need to become clearer about who I already am.
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I know now what my art is trying to do.
I interpret the world around me through my viewfinder.
That realization has been following me these last couple of days.
Not hype.
Not motivation.
Belief.
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📰 Sunday, May 24, 2026 — 12:43 p.m.
Leaning against stacks of plastic bag cases.
Cloudy sky.
Gray scale kind of morning.
A light breeze cooling the sweat on my forehead.
One of the older street vendors on Vermont looked tired today.
She limped slightly while walking.
Small frame.
Probably in her sixties.
Still there working.
Still moving.
I notice things like that.
Or maybe I always did.
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This morning my thermal printer disappeared.
For a second I thought my memory was failing again.
I kept retracing my steps mentally.
Then I remembered I had taken it out of the van yesterday while buying water and moving the dolly.
Small moment.
But moments like that used to send me spiraling mentally.
Now I’m trying to breathe through them more.
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📰 Sunday, May 24, 2026 — 2:05 p.m.
I’m selling okay today compared to the week.
Energy-wise, I feel internal movement again.
I have a couple illustration ideas in mind now.
That feels important.
Movement again.
Scooby got into a fight today near South Central and Vermont.
Apparently he defended himself.
I wasn’t there when it happened, but somehow I could already reconstruct the entire scene emotionally before my mom even finished explaining it.
That’s what my brain does.
It interprets moments.
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6:25 p.m.
Sitting on the sidewalk for almost an hour waiting.
I sketched for a little bit.
I don’t want to stay trapped in endless rumination anymore.
I think I finally understand the difference between being tired from work…
and being tired from emotionally circling yourself with no resolution.
I would rather move.
Even slowly.
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Maybe this whole week wasn’t collapse.
Maybe it was calibration.
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