When you have negative emotions, imagine there is a window at the back of your heart, and your breath is wind that blows them right out the window.

This apt and lovely quote was shared with me yesterday. Pre-quarantine, I think it would’ve landed similarly to New Yorkers staring at kittens through pet shop windows - a close, yet so far away something I’d love in my life, sacrificed in the name of hustle and winning and nefarious adulthood.

Now, I have the time to meditate on sentiments like the one above, to sit with my anxieties, inconvenient in a musician’s peripatetic life and therefore muted, and come out the other side at least knowing I had the fortitude to underarm tickle some gremlins.

The best paths are surreptitiously revelatory, and I’m grateful to be led down this one.