My Personal Phoenix: Celestial Drift, Arise!

My strongest sense, [as a late-aged Millennial], despite the decline of many, remains the ability to ascertain the shortest path between me and a Toy section - whether it be in the store I am at, or which store is nearest me, that may be close to missing their mortgage payments, as I am stupidly willing to cover their monetary gap with my own pockets, risking missing my own engagements. I've never been good at adulting; just really good at getting better at my job, therefore making more money to cover the gaps in bills I nearly create.

Wait, maybe I am good at adulting?!

There's been many hobbies that I grew up with, drawing, painting, model building, whose joy has been - stolen - for lack of a better term, due to this inherent societal pressure to forgo the "childish" hobbies, and focus on building a "prosperous" future. Honestly, thinking about that previous thought - I can't make sense of it still, and my day-job is to figure out intent, outcome, and execution of incredibly obscure thought. What is it about toys - about holding on to your child-hood, that puts one in a situation of ridicule, bullying, and pressure to conform? Is it jealousy that one's spark remains, whilst other's have been snuffed out?

But wait - where do toys, cartoons, movies...et al come from? They COME FROM KIDULTS! GAH. HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS AS I GREW UP?!

Hard to tell, but, there remains one truth in this opening post. My spark is brighter, hotter, and more encompassing than ever, and I must do whatever I can to re-ignite and fan yours as well. 

Celestial Drift is open. Let's play!