I have dedicated most of my life to the arts, writing in particular, but also other areas. Learning and growing as a person has been very important to me. But laughing and just being and enjoying are not at all lost on me. I am serious sometimes but also often rather surprisingly silly.
I've lived my life in my own unique way--but of course many people do at least to some degree. My own path has been much more bohemian than professional, but I am trying to find a balance now that I am nearly finished with my master's degree. But in the past I have lived in hostels and motels, on couches and floors, in tiny studios or shared spaces: and also have nearly gone hungry and eaten from food banks or from gift cards people have given me--all the while writing. These experiences have really shaped me, and I appreciate the privileges that I have.
It always seemed to me that I worked to be the best artist I could, and that I thought great art had great meaning. But it wasn't until the past couple years that I realized in many ways what I was doing was (while not at all religious or based on a particular ideology/philosophy/belief) spiritual in the sense of being more directed towards the spirit of people and nature (in a real life more than metaphysical kind of way). I say this because people ask me what I write, and what I have done doesn't really fit easily into categories, and because I think this says a lot about who I am and what I value.
My self some of me. Myself sum of me. Some array of some sum of me.