Max Riffner

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Twenty-Eight Years Later

Today is my birthday. I’m having a hard time focusing on anything, because of that lame idea that something special should happen on your birthday. Or that it should somehow be the perfect day.

I’m bored. There isn’t a whole lot to be excited about right now. I mean, I have so much to be thankful for, but I feel like I’m in a bit of a rut. I read Dan Pink’s new book, A Whole New Mind last week, and basically I fit the profile of his new conceptual age worker. I even have started to reinforce some of his six principles, like playing more video games and trying out yoga for the first time last night under Ben’s watch, I keep sitting here thinking when are these skills going be beneficial?

What have you done for me lately?

I keep drawing a character from a comic I don’t want to do yet, but yesterday I started to think what if a little too much. I thought about doing a daily webcomic with this character… and this webcomic is basically my Stray Bullets or Locas labor-of-love story. Could I do a daily strip? Is this what I need to get me off my ass?

Will this make me great, or put another way, will doing a daily longform webcomic get me to the level I want to be playing at, artistically, financially, and as a creator? Do I owe it to myself to find out? Am I being too easy on myself?

Maybe these sort of questions only come to me when reflecting upon my age. Either way, I’m going to have a good dinner tonight with my wife and family. Hopefully, the self-reflection can wait until tomorrow.

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