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I have been thinking long and hard about this question and tried to figure out who or what exactly inspires me as a muse - my family is the muse For me my upbringing was quite blue collar as far as my parents line of work, I definitely lived in the kind of place where people would not move elsewhere to get their lives “started“ so to speak - prospects of any future or different way of life was unheard of. This was the case for them. Life was not always easy for my mother (ambitions of education, no knowledge of any resources to go to college, having kids young and working) or my dad (parents passed young, in juvenile detention/jail, sobriety issues) They’re both extremely intelligent and had ambitions of learning and making something bigger than themselves. my mom wanted to be a journalist and sing and my dad was a very talented sculptor in his teens. Life just happens and things changed course. i saw my parents work so tirelessly and I’m getting to do everything that they wanted for themselves as far as independence and creativity and expanding my horizons for what is possible. they’re going to buy a house soon, she’s almost on her way to retirement and my dad is a year sober. They’re definitely the only muses i have
May 6, 2024

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