Some times I feel so far behind everywhere my mind longs to be, or begins focus. I linger in wage slave limbo looking for a piece of paper to tell me I can eat again — longing for the opportunity to compose, record, film. I travel home burnt out and exhausted. I make dinner, I spend time with the animals, I do some tidying up.

Before I know it, it’s time to rest. No matter how much I want to stay up late; no matter how much I want to dive into something creative, I’m reminded that I have to be on point — physically, mentally, and emotionally.

I spend my early mornings musing here in a post, updating an inventory spreadsheet of supplies (haves and needs). Some times I write music at my laptop while waiting for files to update/upload on my work machine. A melody or a drumbeat here. Small bits of fine tuning (pun) my ambitions in moments when my brain can find the stillness.

Music saved me in so many ways. It gave me a space to be the odd creature I find myself to be, and it gave me a way to connect to the state of pure universal being.

So here I stand, sit, or lay, between the spaces of absurd reality and enlightened bliss. Tis a shame, to be sure.

Mmm… that’s it, that’s all I’ve got for now…