Picking yourself up piece by piece

Documenting me pulling myself together in 2023

I can’t seem to make a damn decision, I feel my brain is just scrambled by default.

I am stuck.

I am determined to turn this around for myself, only good can come of it, for me, for others.

I need to turn around to face things and discern, wrestle and move the things I have caged in my brain into the world, through images, through soundwaves, through speeches, through INTERPRETIVE DANCE. I am getting past caring WHAT medium I use to realize this process, I WANT ACTION from myself NOW.

But I don’t want a little bit of action, a blog post published, a study completed, a video project uploaded followed by a DECADE of overthinking and slow death by inaction, I want constant commitment from myself EVERYDAY to myself and what is on my heart, to what however stupid it may seem to others, is important to me.

Life is too short for this infuriating timidity. No one cares.

Perfection is evil.

Let’s go.

I Bruno Duncan, by the writing in this damn Substack post declare, decree that as you are reading this now that my little neurons in my little brain and all its little chemicals have had enough and are going to commit from now on TO TURNING UP FOR ME, no matter the tiredness, no matter the ‘what will people say?’, take the damn judgements.

I’m tired of passivity, I’m tired of being on the sidelines of my life.

It’s time to go, expect more content.