Today I woke up angry. Out of the blue into the blue. On a day where I’ll have to be awake till tomorrow – literally on the only day in recent memory where I’m not going to be home till 2 or so in the morning – on THAT day my mind and body choose to wake me up with existential angst re: getting new music out. We have an album that’s been waiting in the wings for people, including myself, to “have the time” for it since 2020 and for some reason THIS MORNING my mind and body decided to wake me up at 5.59am raging about this.
Yeah, every moment I’ve been playing Star Wars: Outlaws I could’ve been mixing and finishing. Every moment I’ve been watching Star Trek I should’ve been writing and thinking. But I’m filling my mind with noise instead.
I’m hoping by writing this out maybe it’ll soothe my mind a bit. Let it know that *I KNOW* enough that I can go back to sleep. Catch another couple of hours before taking on a grueling day – but even that simple act of typing things out was stymied by stupid self-made roadblocks. My phone refuses to charge so I can’t write things out on that. My laptop completely discharged so I had to wait for it to gather enough electrons to hold my thoughts. Another laptop downstairs with the cat who is scratching at the door impatiently because he suspects I’m up and about.
Roadblocks. Not one of them insurmountable. But It’s 6.24am and I have a long day ahead of me and if I’m exhausted from the get-go I’m going to snap and burn bridges that I can’t afford to burn.
