7 march 2026 - breaking free from imagined restraints

Because why the hell was I forcing myself to only do this on Fridays? It was hard enough at my last job, where I actually was writing these from. I was taking half an hour on Friday mornings and writing these. I work from home on Fridays now, but even still - my new job requires far too much of my attention to be able to do something like feel like this kind of writing requires. Saturdays are cool, too. So are Mondays, Sundays, and the other ones. How about I just start writing these whenever I feel like it? What then?

What now, then?

I've been doing things again. Big steps, lads, trust me. I've been exposing my belly to the outside world again. It's difficult. Really, don't underestimate the power of 5-10 pretty scary seconds. But, despite this, I am doing things again. 

Music. Been working on it. Entering one of those periods where I'm sitting on a lot of stuff but none of it feels worthy of a cover art and a release. Weird. Too many different styles to ship them in one box, but nothing strikes me as special enough to deserve its own box. I might have to start sending demos to friends to get second opinions. I'll never release this year otherwise. I don't know what exactly shot my musical confidence coming into the year, but I've gotta find a way to ditch it.

I got another tattoo - my first from a friday the 13th flash! there's another friday the 13th next week, and I plan to do it again. I enjoy being a canvas for artists to express themselves on. I believe art is a top 3 most important thing in the world, I love being a home for other people's art - forever!

Work has been fine. Moving swiftly along because all my supervisors say to not think about work from the second I clock out and they're right. I have a few work friends who have been made kinda miserable by the job, and I was about there for a while myself. I had to separate work Geoff from real Geoff. Work Geoff is a fake entity, a database of knowledge about one specific subject that spits out results when given different stimuli. This database borrows my body for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. I've largely disconnected my being from my job and that's saved me a lot of heartache and a lot of headaches.

World's scary as fuck at the minute, but you don't need me to tell you that. If you're here, you're probably here from my Instagram story, so you know exactly how I feel already.

I dunno man, I'm just trying to stay creative through it all. Making music, snapping pictures, hopefully I'll feel like recording a video here soon. I say it to everyone else, but I need to be able to tell myself that my art is important and that the world is better off with my art in it as well.

I'll get there, I hope. This was kinda word salad. Sorry. My thoughts have been really scrambled in recent weeks. Don't know, dude.

Love you 5ever though,

Geoff