It's a real feeling. Nothing against old people, it's just something I've noticed a pattern in. But there's a chill in my bones that I can't seem to shake. The wind tears through my skin and settles itself to roost in my marrow. Hello, it's still January.
I'm at my "day job" and there's nothing happening. I'm thirty-two and my back is screaming at me for shoveling snow. Something is wrong. I feel like I have a sixty-five year old body and I think that needs to be addressed. I don't believe in resolutions, it's crap. Just do what you want to do right now. Right now. Don't wait for a starting line.
I'm in the midst of trying to crush out some writing/editing for new stories up on my Patreon (check it out!). I've been cranking out drawings for them, most of them are already done. I feel pretty good about the whole thing.
I hope you're all staying warm. Believe in yourself and take care of those around you.
(below, work in progress of a drawing for one of the stories.)