I have to keep reminding myself why I am doing this. Who am I serving with the work that I am doing? What is the grind about? Why is important that my work be seen/heard? Why do I need to create anything?
I have been out of touch. I have been sequestered in the room where I am sitting right now for almost two full weeks. I forget the number of days it's been.
I forget that I am a writer sometimes and I forget to how to write more than a few short phrases at a time. If I go more than a few days without words on a page, I can feel the slippage. It hurts my brain to try to craft something worth reading.
Falling back from your work to refresh your ideas and take in new perspectives sometimes seems necessary. I don't know if it is. I don't know that you need to fully abandon a basic practice to find something new. Most people don't make it back from the break.
They just end up abandoning the work all together. Or half-assing it. The fruit withers on the vine. They forget who they are. Like I forget that I am a writer.
The return to form is uncomfortable, potentially destructive.
Maybe you can abandon something else. Maybe you can steal time for something else.
I forget why I started writing this post other than to say that I am back. And that I have so much new music to share.