flannery o’connor was right.
i was in rough shape last month.
last month i couldn’t wake up. i felt like i was walking in my sleep. last month i couldn’t catch my breath. i was traveling like crazy and when i got home i couldn’t catch up. last month i was in rough shape. the autumn months are usually pretty crazy, and this year didn’t disappoint. let me stress that it was crazy. too much. it was too much. i seem to remember having an emotional break down in campbellsville, kentucky in a kitchen of a church. it was all TOO MUCH. but hey, i’m not standing in an unemployment line. music is a job, right? right.
the weeks of september – november went like this:
(there was more work dispersed all around those geographical locations. lot’s more)
i am usually traveling the first couple weeks of december, so i feel like i miss christmas. you know, the build up is often more fun than the actual day. so i’m home! it’s going to be nice. i can sleep in my own bed. i can play with my own kid. i can drive around town. i can be home for my anniversary (i have missed the last 2). i can see my wife. she’s delightful. i can be home. local. don’t hassle me i’m local. i’m looking at my christmas tree because i’m home. stetson won’t even go close to it. it’s “ha (hot), ha (hot)”, he says.
it’s good, being home.
i took some pictures while i was away. here is a scrapbook of randomness.
uptown. charlotte, north carolina
the sticks, kentucky
i can breath now.