give me back my name

Oh life. So much happens and then suddenly stops. Not that my life is standing still at the moment, but I can feel a dead halt somewhere in the near future. Not much I can do but ride it out with good intentions. I've been continuing to listen to my instincts and not get so caught up in situations while at the same time allowing myself to be swept up by/with situations. I read a bunch of autobiographical comics by jeffrey brown, which seems to coincide nicely with a strong urge to make comics about the last month of my life and onward. I bought a sketchbook with the intentions of throwing down a comic page anytime I want (much more simple than laying out a large piece of stonehenge and much more portable). It's a fine line between airing dirty laundry and making a personal statement with comics. I've always resisted the desire to draw directly from my life, but recent events have fallen together so nicely/weirdly that it might as well have been written. Or maybe this is my newest way of over-thinking relationships. Instead of acknowledging my thoughts I put them down in comic-form. I guess that's as healthy as anything I've done in the past.