The little valley between things

Weekly Notes #12

This last week I have been writing and deleting. Nothing has stuck. That always means something. It is not my job to diagnose right now.

I feel a little forced and uninspired, like I’ve been pushing through more. Also, I am in the middle of rolling out an album, which is a strange and pregnant place to be. Maybe I’m just in the little valley between things.

I went to a show last night and the new Gold Fish looks so much better. One of the rare instances where a top-to-bottom overhaul of a familiar place resulted in the vibe significantly improving. It was one of those nights where I was good at pool. Everyone was beautiful. My eighteen-year-old cousin and I spoke on the phone during the show because he is trying to decide which college to go to. I did my best, but I am not sure that I got through to him.

I finished moving into my new room last week. In doing so, it dawned on me that the phase of life that I am moving toward (or in) is about nurturing and maintenance. I also remembered how much I like driving with the windows down when my hair is wet. I am going to try to get out of town this weekend.