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.
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