busybee fluffy rambles

I never thought I’d make it to 43. Just like, absolutely no conception of what my future would be like.

At one point I’d have figured that by now I’d either be like a big music star or a big-time game developer or something. None of that’s happened.

I’m tired, I’m burned out, I’m having a hard time thinking of what I even want to do anymore, I’m in constant brain fog and pain. But I’m still alive, and still doing things, even if it doesn’t feel like I’m doing anything anymore.

I’d really like to start making music and comics again (heck, normally this would have been a comic). Hopefully some stuff that’s been getting in the way of those things stops being so much in the way.