I have the strong urge to make. I want to write or shoot photos. I want to design or develop something. I wan to have something to show for myself and to be proud of. I want something I can hang on the wall or link to and show people.

I want to be proud of my output. I want to be able to admire my work in whatever form it should take. I want that feeling of hanging artwork on the fridge again.

All day I help people. I fix things. I repair. I support their efforts. But I have nothing to show for myself. I’ve made nothing.

This is changing, slowly.