Some time ago, a picture popped into my inbox, advertising what is... essentially... a "Timed paywall exclusive." You can't see it unless you're a subscriber, but subscribe after... and you don't get it. It's gone. Oh... but you can't call them out on it, cause they disabled comments... like they knew it would draw ire...

Something about that made me... well... snap, slapping me with a nice helping of reality that I needed. All the frustration, all the rage, all the anxiety, to the point where I've actually lost sleep over another persons choice of business model, which has no bearing on me... was all for nothing. I both hold an unpopular opinion which will be ignored (Why ask a yes or no question when you don't want to hear the no part), as well as feel like my voice would be lost in the crowd or ignored cause I'm not popular.

The amount of time and energy I spent on essentially yelling at a cloud for 2+ years could have bent spent on... ya know... actually drawing things, getting things done. Anger and frustration... if directed, can be a powerful motivator, if only cause it's yelling at you to do something other than complain about how you can't do anything.

So... yeah, I'm trying to get back into my regimen of doing something when I can. With a few exceptions, I'm trying to at least attempt to start or refine something every other night for a couple of hours. It feels like putting on a pair of old, comfortable shoes; They may not look the greatest, but they feel really good. Plus... things get done. If people keep going to paywalls, I'm going to pop a tent, and try to supply a diminutive corner of the free void. There's not much, but it's gotta start somewhere.

Also... who do I need to light a signal for in terms of critique / advice / encouragement? I'm one of those people who sometimes needs a nudge or a swift kick to keep going...