So.

By the time this gets posted one of my hopes for this year will be ticked off, I hope. I’ll be happy, because it’ll be my birthday, and I’ll be with darling. I’m excited and terrified at the same time, and I guess that’s the way I’m supposed to be really.

Smile.

Drift for a moment. Think of she.

Smile again.

Move forward.

What does Olumide want from 2015?
Short answer? I’m not sure. I’ve come out of a 2014 where I was sure that I’d finish my long overdue EP and drop it like the warm, moist chocolate sponge kek I was absolutely sure it was going to be, to a 2015 where I’m not even sure if I’ve got any kind of future in music, because I don’t feel like my output is good enough.

I don’t feel like I’m anywhere close to good enough to pursue this professionally, so it’s not quite one of my hopes for 2015 to burst on the scene. I’d still like to, but I need to get to that point where I’m excited about the music I create again. So I guess one of my hopes is to get excited by the music I create all over again.

Thankfully I’m stubborn enough to not to give up on it even if I don’t quite get as enthused as I’d like to be.
I do hope to get published. I’m going to deconstruct then rebuild my first novel from the ground up and send it out to publishers because I can. 
I want to collaborate. I really, REALLY want to collaborate. Let me plug myself small.

Start plug.

If you’re a recording artist looking to collaborate on writing or looking for features, hit me up. If you’re interested in collaborating on prose, hit me up. If you’re an visual artist and you’d be interested in co-authoring a graphic novel, in the name of all things good, hit me up! 

I’m actually pretty good at all those things, even when I‘m battling with self-doubt.

End plug. 

I hope to live more. To love harder. To make baby girl the happiest baby girl ever. To look in the mirror and be proud of what I see. To look fear in the eye and say fuck you, you rat bastard. So help me God.