This past weekend/week was particularly rough; socially, politically, economically and personally. Sure, I had gigs. I absolutely had more very exciting opportunities (that I cannot yet share :D) come my way (and I accepted), but the weight of the world was particularly rough this past week.
It was so much that the weight of the world was a new discovery for me nor was it due to any ignorance--it was simply due to the fact that no matter how many good people are in the world and no matter how many bad people become good, so much damage has been done and there will always be a bad apple capable of reproducing more bad apples. Those bad apple seed are potentially friends with my little cousins, nieces and nephews, etc.
The weight of the world put me in a "I-don't-feel-like-making-music" mood. It's rare that I feel that way for long, but it lingered up until about an hour or two ago. I fought through my dismay and still finished some songs, played some gigs, etc. It wasn't until I finished Sunday dinner at my mom's with her and my auntie and got a message on facebook from a Skinny Cooks fan that she was excited to hear us play and that our songs are always stuck in my head.
I know....one person....BIIIIIIIG deal, right? WRONG. That's all it takes to remind you that a) you're not so bad and b) life isn't bad.
The cornbread was better than ever, the water was more nourishing than ever, and the post-meal coffee had everything that I needed to get my tail up, and do my job.