It has been a whirlwind year so far. So many experiences, up and downs and u turns but nothing compares to suddenly quitting a job. It was liberating, scary and exhilarating. A matter of sunshine and rain.
Joy and pain. But mostly joy.
As I take a pause and contemplate on my next move I find one place of solace , that is engaging with the bravest of them all, the people in the arts.
There is something about the starving artist that gives me great inspiration and admiration for them. First of all the patience they have lasts like a lifetime before they make it. The belief in their arts is only comparable to the belief a parent has in a son. And the determination to make it with accurate pin point focus to reach an end goal is mind boggling.
So as I pick my direction, I engaged with a number of creatives, artists and artisans as I got to attend one of my favourite events ‘Creative talks Africa’ organised by Kq and design hub with the host being an articulate and interesting gentleman called Wabwire .
This is an engagement of one creative with an audience which consists mostly of other creatives and people involved in the creative industry. The second one I attended was about festivals in Uganda, the founders and how festivals come about and how they impact artists and how they are mostly organised by foreigners.
I loved the whole concept and it was a source of inspiration and ideas.
I got several ideas floating in my head and I need a starving artists focus to make them a reality. So am counting down. The ideas have been conceived, now we wait for the delivery.
Despite the well deserved break from the 9-5 I cannot seem to rest, the mind is restless and on high radar alert than before looking for the next niche. This is all working out unconsciously but I will need to sit down and know what to focus on.
This is the year of the brave, the late 20’s come with a lot of expectations. As a classmate is getting married, another is living as a hobo yet they all have the same expectation from life. Someone should have prepared us for these strange times though all in all am enjoying.
The adventure, the whirlwind chase for something almost out of reach, the realisations of child hood dreams and fantasies, the travels, the awesome friends and family. The minor and major achievements, the festivals. The cries and the laughter. The ups and downs. That is life.
The 9-5 did not feel like life, it was more like waiting to die. A secure job, a monthly salary, an alarm set same time all year, same faces to see each morning. Boring. But having so far survived six months months off I will say all that financial self education from the internet that barely applied to our Uganda economy has paid off.
Now though often being scared and hopeless one second and the next hopeful with possibilities , I feel like am living. I don’t know what I will be doing next, no ideas who am meeting tomorrow or where I will go. It’s just that.
All am looking for now is a stable wifi in the various remote locations am able to go.