My mind is always racing. Always on something else. I forget to play sometimes.
It’s the playing that informs my work. It’s why I do what I do.
We just got dumped on, here in Buffalo, NY. It’s a gift. We’re lucky. I’m lucky. I have a backyard full of beautiful snow. I’m physically fit and I can go outside and throw myself around. I did that tonight. I did it without thinking. Too much shit rattling around in my head. Too much information. Too much everything. Turn it off.
The snow finally flew. I’m loving it.
Go outside and play, my friends.