This past weekend was a revelation for me. I feel less understood as an artist and even less understood as a person.

That is not the problem.^ I feel strengthened through an odd amount of dejection, defeat, failure, and humiliation.

I find myself contributing to a cause that is much more real than whatever joy it will bring me.

I felt as if the risk I took, was that of a crash test dummy, in order to run into a wall without penetrating it, but to my psychic awareness feel connected, grounded to go through the walls that forces outside myself may put there, in front of me.

I work hard to carry myself as far as my talent will stretch itself.

Aside from the criticism I have of myself that I am overwhelmed. To reach that level plateau is something that inspires more in life than meets the eye.

I care more about myself today than I did yesterday.