early afternoon tarot reading. results similar to the last one i did a couple months ago. conclusion being i need to stop feeling sorry for myself and get to work, or something. untapped potential, or something. things picking up and i must take advantage of it, or something.
can’t tell if all of this extraneous shit is part of my creative process or just creative ways to procrastinate.
i have about a dozen songs that i could probably finish in the next couple weeks if i wanted to. i feel confident i want to? maybe not.
i’ve been taking care of myself and my space. i can’t get anything done if i know there’s something i need to do in my home. i love a clean space, where the only chaos is what comes through in the work. my mastering engineer described my sound as “a pulsating chaos” and i do like to think it’s my subconscious simmering. compressing love and joy and sadness and peace, pressure washing it all with noise and dissonance. maybe something is off in the lighting alone, maybe there’s something that needs to be broken into before we see it in plain sight.
clearly not done with my eighth of rollie yet.
i wish i didn’t have to wait until after this bus tour to enroll in health insurance again, but here we are.
