criminal

sometimes it feels like taking time for myself and my art is a little bit like stealing.  

everyone has things they need to do every single day... there is work... something you do to make money. there are your friends and family... that you want to see and be available for. but to carve out time for yourself and the things that really feed your passion can feel like a guilty pleasure. i am glad it still feels like that. on such nights... i usually feel a little bad at first. probably because i have cancelled plans or have a pile of laundry two weeks old tugging at me... i could give in and do the "right thing"...  but instead... i steal away alone. lock the doors... turn the music up loud and i don't look back. it's a good thing you can't bottle that excitement. it is one of the last unspoiled pleasures. you can't buy it. it's impossible to replicate. it's the delayed gratification that makes those moments so special. to have it every night would be boring. here's to still feeling alive enough to stay up all night... high on nothing but your own dreams