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It's been too long if you ask me...

 

I may have gotten slapped around…and I’m still not 100%

 
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...but I’m back to writing - for now, at least, :)

 

Damn, it’s been too long if you ask me.

And if you’re not going to ask me, fuck it, I’m going to tell you!

It’s been a humdinger of a month and lemme tell you, I’ve been to all kinds of crazy emotional places and back.

The crappy part is that 6 weeks into this bullshit, my lungs are still not doing it’s thing at full capacity. 

98% of my day, I feel like the 20-year old, 300+ pound version of me is jump squatting on my chest, and, as a result, it’s not fun walking up a flight of stairs or exerting much physical energy at all. 

The bouts of shortness of breath out of nowhere is also pretty damn frustrating

And, as far as an actual diagnosis, I have absolutely no idea.

Why?

Because I live in Thunderdome - also known as New York City - where I’m deemed too young, too healthy, and am a non-essential worker who is only showing “mild” symptoms in a city completely ravaged by this virus, so, no dice for me to be treated in person by a doctor.

Basically, I’d have to be coughing up lung particles in order to get the chest X-Ray I so desperately want - but it’s cool, I get it. There are people who certainly need attention more than me, so I'll wait my turn or wait this thing out.

But regardless, I’m alive, and that’s pretty awesome if you ask me. When I say I’m grateful I’m alive, I actually mean it in a way that I never have before.

I’m also grateful that I’ve reclaimed the energy and passion to start writing again, because I miss this aspect of my life. 

Yes, shooting is my first love and will always be until the end, but writing this blog is a close second.

It’s conducive to my creativity and catharsis. It is also conducive to alliterations, too, :)  

I was hoping to make this initial post as a video, as well as create a slew of Friday video blogs, but quite frankly, I just don’t have the juice to pull all that stuff off just yet.

I thought about it earlier today, and realized it would’ve drained me, so this month will be all written posts.

It’s probably for the best since I look like a DragonBall Z character with my hair being as long and insane as it is right now. It’s bad enough I have a photo on record that chronicles the length.

Anyway, for those who reached out to wish me well over the past month, I just want to thank you for thinking of me. 

Really It meant a lot, especially when it got real dark, real fast in my mind at the beginning of this ordeal.

My hope is to have zero setbacks and continue to move forward past what will ultimately represent a blip on the screen of my life, so that I can go back to doing what I love doing best…

...sharing magical ideas about persuasive visual storytelling…

...and busting chops every fucking step of the way, lol

Ah, good to be back - hopefully for good, :) 

#yeahabsolutely