It is frightfully cold where I am. Not just in the physical sense, but in an emotional/spiritual one as well. Not that it's some epically depressing time or anything. No. More like just a slight bump in the road, the long, dark teatime of the soul... that would be a more appropriate thing I think.

I am not exactly where I'm looking or where I'm planning on heading from here. On the one hand I have acheived a measure of status in several artistic communities and I feel I have a future in some of them. I am among people who appreciate my talents and enjoy creating entertaining and unparalleled works of art with me.
But on the other hand I have failed to acheive the respect of some of those who mean the most to me. That is not to say I am unloved, or unwanted, it is more a perception from some of those close to me that I am not reaching my full potential, whatever that may be...

Sadly what seems to be falling by the wayside is my contentment. I seem to be the one person whose happiness nobody is really interested in. I think I am beginning to understand the kind of frustration that drives people like Thoreau or Christopher McCandless felt when they just said "to hell with it" and left...

In any case, I'm still not sure what I'm going to do... but hopefully I'll figure it out...