rising from the ashes

rising from the ashes

It’s literally been awhile. Recently I took a long look in the mirror to try to figure out what the fuck is going on in my brain.  Cause sometimes, I wonder. And I’m so done with the temperamental, moody musician, anxiety, social misfit, I’m scared to talk to you so I’ll seem aloof, thing as well.  I understand the creative process has a mind of its own, but I really need to find ground zero, someplace where I dictate the texture of my life.  Writing alone isn’t going to get me out of this slump and neither will producing content for other people.  I don’t know when I subjugated my needs to others, but it fucking has to stop.

But today I found myself somewhere unexpected. I found myself in a place called happy. Not content or complacent but happy.  Happy just because.

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I’m going embrace the light with the dark.  I’ve been working on this CD for a lifetime, but the only thing that matters now is that I do it.