honeydunce

I like how I have to keep turning the volume up as I go running. That add-distance/add-decibels thing I do on instinct, like I
want the music(selected just for that purpose) to take my legs away from me.
Dressing appropriately goofy for the elements. See above.
Pick up soccer in the park.
I like how Abacus flips out every night, promptly at 10 o’clock.
Catching up with old connections. Distance and time, you funny things. Prankster brothers with brilliant moments of perspective.
Cleaning, and then sitting in a clean apartment completely alone and grinning.
Sobriety. Everybody’s different, and everyone has a preference. I do what works for me and 7 months in, it seems to be
working. Not just for health reasons, but also in approach.
New music. Songs on repeat, songs while scribbling, songs while walking and waiting and daydreaming.
Never regretting that I ever said “I love you” to anyone I said it to.
A new book festering just beneath the surface, love affair of mountains–the kind of courting with the work you know will
break your heart because you’re building everything around it. But when it’s done, and it’s out there…you know you’re a better
person for all that exquisite trouble.
Writing. I have three shows coming up and it’s been a while–I have a lot of work waiting for the microphone and new ears.
Knowing it’s never been about anyone liking them, honest(to the pit of my gut, honestly). Knowing no matter how
scared I get, as long as I believe in it, as long as I say what I mean…I’ll be okay. Who tells your story? Waking up with
that question and living like you know the answer. Because I do.