Tomorrow I get my freedom. After yet another heart wrenching battle for my soul, I shall officially declare victory over the current 9 to 5 that was barely feeding my family while waging a viscious attack on my spirit. Tomorrow at noon, I'll be a starving artist. I'm an artist right now. Always have been. It's in my blood. Music, photography, poetry, being more than a little bit crazy; it's all in there. Sometimes I fight it. The conformist inside me convinces me now and again to go be a workaholic like my father before me. He was an artist too. But he lost the war for his soul when I was very young. Kinda like Anikan, the dark side was a bit too strong for him. But not Luke. Not today.
I'll keep you posted.