Ok ok, so I know this is like the third hastily scraped together picture post in a row, but the truth is I’m having trouble gathering my thoughts because I’m so excited. It’s the wild kind of excitement I remember as a teenager when I learned about pinch harmonics, or the first time seeing myself on national TV, that suddenly there’s a whole new vibrant and mysterious world. Frankly, I didn’t know I had it in me.

I mentioned in a previous post how falling back in love with myself as an artist’s taken time. Years, in fact. And there are any number of injurious rabbit holes my overactive mind would love sending me down right now, skipping hand in hand with timorousness and self-abasement.

But I remind myself I’m writing this while pacing around my house, knowing I won’t be able to sleep for hours, because new music, my music, is about to be heard. By people, no less! People who, for the most part, have no idea I do this kind of thing. People who don’t know I have it in me.