I'm not busy. I don't really have much to do. If I cleaned my house with all the time I spend worrying about cleaning my house, my life would look different. And, I wouldn't be stepping over piles of winter clothes and suitcases still.
Ahhh... but I'm comparing my busy to other people's busy. I don't have much of a purpose these days. And the things I get to do with music are largely dependent on others. So... when I look to balance out my waiting game, I am often left with not much to do. Fits and starts. Do I wanna go 100 mph? Kinda. Do I want to lose myself in it all? No. So I really am learning something in the way of life lessons here.
What does this all mean?
I just caught myself not being willing to give up who I am (still) becoming to do something I love and want to do.
That is progress.
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