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.
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.
I choose to let my world expand.