Here
I am today, old and somewhat infirm, but
here
in one painful and decrepit piece none-
theless.
Oh,
there were times over the years when I was
younger
and able. I had aspirations of making a
living
with my art and writing exclusively.
I
did make a few extra bucks now and again using
my
talents, but consistency of income was never
meant
to be for me.
No
self-pity or complaints from me, though. I did
what
I needed to do at the time to satisfy my cor-
poral
and creative needs.
I
suppose I was smart enough to realize that from
time
to time I’d have to get a job and perform non-
sense
for others and money in order to survive.
Now,
I am no longer able to paint, sculpt or draw,
but
at age 73, I have been gifted with the time and
facility
to write everyday. The hell with catering
to
others for accolades, promotions or pay.
I
no longer have to sacrifice or waste my time,
effort
and state of mind to do things my way.
-30-
Chris
Hanch 7-27-2020
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