Questions I Asked My Band Tonight
Fall down seven/Airplane thoughts
I’m getting up for the 8th time. Maybe more, maybe less. I don’t know as I’m not keeping track. I know I miss days, but I also know I always get up and go again.
I went through my phone yesterday as I was flying back from a wedding in California. I found this in my notes from when I was flying back from Seattle:
I go back and forth on this feeling of needing to project myself as a musician and keep the other aspects of my life tampered down. But that idea is disappointing, and I feel sad about it. Grief even. I want to share what I want to share which is my music of course. But also writing. Practical optimism. The genuine stuff. Teaching. As much as I think I’d be great at being a well-known musician I don’t know if I’d like just being that. In some ways not being that has allowed me the life I have. And the people who make up that life. I love them so much.
I’m going to show my work. All of the work I want to show.
There are no rules anymore. Welcome to the future.
Welcome to the future. There are no rules. There’s no one to tell me to stay in my lane. I can bring you as far into my weird little world as you wish to come/as I see fit. How wild is that?
Wild. And welcome.
Sharing is caring, and I care to share. And I hope you do too.
Instead of how are you feeling
Try "what are you feeling." A feeling isn't really a how anyway. By changing one word - it feels weird at first - you invite whomever you're talking to to recognize what they are feeling in that moment rather than just going through the social norm of how-are-you-I'm-fine-how-are-you.
(H/T to my dear friend Jared Cohen for this one.)
And we're back
Then there was that time when I missed a week of writing.
I did not intend for this to happen.
But like a lot of stuff, one day turns into two days, and the next thing you know, you're completely off course.
I have been feeling somewhat like my brain is a washing machine. Like my mind is in a constant spin cycle.
I missed my daily posts. I missed the process of writing. I don't have any expectations over here other than to show up. Show up regularly and do the work. And the work, in this case, is getting into the habit of writing.
Cal Newport mentioned how he struggles to write at night because his brain is exhausted. Writing at night had been what I was been doing. I wouldn't call it an afterthought, but that got me thinking, "Maybe I should write in the daylight hours too." And today I am, but I think for now, for me, sitting down to write is the important piece of this puzzle.
So I'm going to pick up where I left off. Sharing whatever ideas and stories and whatnot that I think are worth sharing. Not all my thoughts are diamonds. But the ones that spark something in me might spark something in you, and that's what I'm looking to do here.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.