Well, yes. Some days are better than others, but barefoot, front porch, rain days are good no matter what.
July has crept in already, and I’m in a rush to discover what the rest of my Summer holds. I have made a few new arts commitments recently, which feels really good after the massive “letting go of all the things” track I had been on since mid-season. The rush to discover is therefore carefully balanced against this discovery of not-rushing. Tricky stuff.
There remains much to do in the studio before the Fall, and Jen’s show is in full-tilt production. This means she and I struggle to re-group over the weekends, but we’re getting pretty good at this life by now. As a general malaise-breaker, I’ve been developing (and adhering to) a regular workout schedule, and have had my guitar in DADGAD tuning for this past few weeks – a sort of mindless, “everything sounds good” endeavor. I also helped build a set this past week. It’s amazing how much fun work can be when you have the option not to do it.
If this all sounds equal parts idyllic and restless, it’s because it is, but the time off has been so incredibly beneficial. If you’ll indulge me in a tiny drop of… err… truthiness, I suffered a bit through the throes of the “housecleaning” process, and I probably wasn’t aware that I had begun it until much of it was already done. It came upon me out of a sudden, urgent necessity, and just ran downhill for a spell.
So, this all amounts to a teeny, tiny, wee slip of a sabbatical. Although some of it came by choice, and some through circumstance, it has been good – and I had no clue how much I needed it!
Looking back, I know I hit my wall in February, and even then probably a little too late. Hind sight suggests that I may have over-purged, but gang, I was stressed out beyond belief (for months) and I’m learning now that I haven’t lost too much professional momentum for having slammed the brakes so hard.
So, with the decks cleared, this Summer functions as a “note to self,” if nothing else, regarding when to slow down. I am, when all is said and done, still a gypsy… with a front porch… and there’s plenty of mischief on the horizon.