I’m not sure if it’s the past or the future – maybe both. My head and heart are suspended in this traumatic injury response mode. It doesn’t make any sense. Perhaps there were just too many events in the past year for me to cope or function normally. I would love to say I’m doing the best I can, but if I were, would I still be in this place? I can literally drive 3 hours with no radio, no music, no nothing. Just entertaining the thoughts in my head. Mourning over losses. Over changes. Teetering on the precipice of a decision, a change, something. Something has to give. My art isn’t where I want it to be. My finances aren’t where I want them to be. My head, my heart, my faith, my physique – you name it. I question my process. I question my own motives. I want…