Home is where my (he)ART is …
Over the last few months, life threw me a little curve ball. That happens sometimes and you kinda just have to roll with the punches as best as you can. That curve ball though, took me out and away from my house leaving me all discombobulated and feeling out of sorts!
I won’t even try to make an excuse about it. I’m a homebody. I am happiest at home. Parties, get together, etc., they’re not my thing. I mean, maybe sometimes and only for a little bit, okay, but most times, nah, forget it. I used to say that I was “antisocial,” but the truth is I am “energy selective.” There’s just too much energy out there that I don’t vibe with. I just can’t. I know who I am. I know what I like. I love my solitude.
Home is where not only where my heart is, but where my art is. It’s my place to recharge and reconnect with myself. Not everyone deserves access to my energy, therefore, I won’t compromise myself, my soul … I won’t do it.