I woke up the other morning holding my breath 

It's not the first time lately. 

It's an unsettling feeling. 

Like I am waiting for something to start or end.

I am grateful for my life.

I have my health.

I have friends and family who love me.

I have a home, I do valuable work.

Outside of my music, I have always had a "day job", and my job makes a difference for people, I know it does.

And Music

I have music, and I make music.

I know I am blessed.

So why do I find myself holding my breath?

I was speaking with my son the other day and I said " people can design the life they want, and most of us are trapped into forgetting that possibility"

I think that is it, really.

I have forgotten the possibility.

I have allowed the invisible weight of settling or mediocrity or sadness or a combination of all those things to lie on my chest and halt my breath.

And I have no good reason for it.

I am one of the lucky ones.

Inhala Exhala

I choose to let my world expand.

Love 

M