The Heat Is On.

Hi again. Thanks for returning.

It's been a week since I left my job and I have probably spent 70+ hours working on my website. Whilst this has been a most cathartic and inspiring exercise I can't help but worry whether leaving was the right decision.

A line from one of my more recent songs goes "money, money is a murderer and I don't want no part of her". Whilst these lyrics sound definitive, they do in fact pertain more to big corporations than to the individual. But I can't help but feel entangled in the mindset of profit.

I live in a house now but when I lived in a van for four years, money was not so important. I had no rent or bills to pay. I had a wood burning stove, a double bed, a guitar and an engine. What more could a girl want? It may sound idilic, however at times it was lonely and even scary. There are so many tales to be told and I'l come back to my van days later.

Is it so wrong to feel ok about earning money from one's creativity or does there come a time when you realise that your worth super-cedes your insecurities? On a good day I believe it, and on a bad I fear it. Either way, and as always, I shall embrace the ups and downs with tentative tentacles.

And on that note, a painting is calling me.

For now friends.