At home decompressing

In the last 30 days, I’ve grown more territorial with my time. Tired of giving it away to people who pay me for it. Time…up for grabs to the highest bidder. Sad, yet it’s the way of the world. We all need to generate income to maintain our lifestyles, pay off our past and advance forward to meet our future. I’ve been gainfully unemployed for the past month and despite the need to feed myself, keep Visa happy and top up the negative balance of my bank account, I sit here on my balcony basking in the afternoon sunlight. Listening to the waves crash the shore, feeling the sea breeze glide over my skin, wind whisking thru my hair like a Whitesnake video and I write. I’m reading several books, working on my own book and martini-ing (apple of course) and I couldn’t be more content. Contentment, as if I’d won the lottery, having no worries and the construct of time now irrelevant. And secretly I wish for such divine intervention.

I love touring but I’ve discovered during my “fortnight squared” that I love being home. I’ve embraced having time as my very own. The next gig starts in less than 5 days and will occupy the next 42 weeks of my life. A great gig with excellent pay and I’m forever thankful for the opportunity but I find myself woolgathering. Hoping to win the lottery so I can stay home, go to the gym and work on my book. That sounds so idyllic. And it’s doubtful I’ll find someone to pay me a preposterous amount of money to stay home. Struggle brings about appreciation. So off I go to 7-Eleven, I’ve a few lottery tickets to purchase.

1. Aaron says,

   I am glad to see you are having a nice time off. Wish I was there, not in Philly where its 28deg outside right now Take care, Aaron
2. Shannon says,

   We must be more alike than we realize. There’s times where I am in love with work and other times I wish I could win the lottery and just watch Blues Clues with my kids.

   I’ve been thinking about you out there on tour–I hope you at least get some time to eat some turkey and cranberry sauce and then take a nice nap afterwards…or as I used to do when I was little…watch Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

   xo
   Shannon

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