It's tough out there, guys. Lives lost, livelihoods lost, grappling with our complicated, troubled history as a nation. Fear and uncertainty for the future. Our planet turning into a sauna in real time. (New York City is now classified as a sub-tropical climate zone, people). There are enough daily traumas at this point to keep therapists busy for the next five decades. Any therapists out there reading? If so - THANK YOU - YOU DO THE LORD'S WORK.
I've learned that it's okay to feel loss in any form, even if your own struggles don't remotely compare to how others might be suffering. Every individual has permission to process difficult times in her own way at her own pace. For me, my sense of balance is off - performing is my stress relief, the way to get back to feeling like myself again after work and life send me off course. And really, I'm just mourning a regular old summer. Happy hours in the city. The Prospect Bandshell. WEDDINGS. A day at the races, moseying down to the crowded bars with bands playing 90s covers and getting silly and DANCING. 2019 didn't know how great it was.
Let's keep taking it day by day - COCKTAILS definitely help, and songs definitely help. I'm proud of my virtual open mic set from a few weeks back - not because it's a feat of musical perfection ("Tomorrow" - LOL) but it's hopeful. I really have seen so much good in the past two months, right alongside the bad. WE WILL GET THROUGH IT!
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