I moved last weekend.
All my things. To another state.
I’m in Reno, Nevada now.
Its funny how moving represents a fresh start.
It’s a exciting. A chance for new habits, rituals, beliefs.
Literally a new state of being.
But really, you move all of you. Not just the mattress, kitchen utensils and coat closet. Or all your art.
You move your state of mind.
I’ve been checking in with myself this week.
Which part of me is running the show? The person from a month ago, or the person who’s excited for a new way of being?
I’m catching myself falling into habits that my new self isn’t excited about - no art practice. Choosing tv instead.
No matter where I’m living, it’s best if I choose daily my state of mind.
It’s a blank canvas waiting for color.