This weekend was so good, being in galleries is a religious/spiritual experience (for me). However, It was bad too. I went back to the gram and FB - when dying to digital self… they make you wait for two months for deletion! I was holding strong ONLY FOR A WEEK AND HALF (which btw felt freeing) I went back to what filled me with anxiety. I deleted the apps off my phone, but am logged back in. IT’s a runaway train right? Seems as if I want to stay connected, I have to stay connected. Last night anxiety arose. How are our young people surviving? I had spent (in my mind) too much money playing while walking by houseless people on the street, it felt bad. Being an artist in congruence with being a servant and carrying my cross - I am not sure how that works…