Water, Water, Everywhere...

For a guy with such a full social calendar, why do I feel so fuggin lonely? Plenty of family activities, plenty of platonic female company, plenty of projects on my plate. But the person I always shared it with... gone. I guess that's the real crux of it. I feel inspired to be creative and do all of these great things - but the results feel totally empty without that look of approval on Sam's face. And not just approval... Sam was my biggest fan and my second-harshest critic. I couldn't bullshit her because she knew all my little tricks. She got me. So by running my projects through the Sam filter, I knew I'd always be kept artistically honest. I think I'm doing good work now, but it's missing the Sam filter, so I feel deep down it's somehow inferior. It probably isn't, but I'm missing my muse, so everything feels that much... less.