January comes to a close, and I'm looking more and more forward to the lighter months a head. I reached a bit of a creative block recently, strangely the thing that unblocked it was going out and putting up posters. Now the ideas are starting up again. I realize I need constant projects to keep myself a float. I had a teacher ask me the other day if I had "figured out what I wanted to do with life" The question struck me as not odd but nieve. I thought I was already doing what I wanted to with life, at the age of 26 I think life just "happens" to me. I trust and hope for the best but I can't control my fate, I just do, I just create. I can seek things, but honestly I don't even know what I fully want.