I’m musing upon this pursuit I embarked upon nine years ago.
It’s kind of weird in that I don’t really feel like what came before it was real. Maybe that’s just me getting old (I’m only 41, folks, don’t panic or send me prune-juice), but the past seems to be further away than it used to. Not in the obvious, “duh” sense. I mean, of course events that happened in 2000 are further away now than they were five years ago. No I mean it’s like it’s accelerating. As if I’m moving faster forward through time than I used to, and the events of five years ago feel much more distant than events five years previous to a ten-years-younger me felt.
If you followed all that, congratulations. Maybe this post isn’t about musing upon my cartooning career. Maybe it’s about musing upon musing upon the past. It’s a meta-muse.
Which sounds like “Metamucil” when I say it out loud.
And that makes me laugh and think of prune juice.
This is what happens when I try to write my thoughts down before I’m done thinking them.