Coury Palermo

I’m the kid – hand in air – mid winter request for Sun & Shine.  The cramp of winter has found no welcome – I’m ready for her departure.  Snow caged weekends – cabin fever and the disbelief of February’s steady dissolve.

I’m settled in – corner table – morning meeting off the list – taking time to enjoy the moment.  Erik Hassle’s “Back to Bed” is currently my constant replay – “to start over regardless & stronger/make this day what you want it to be”.

I’m dusting off – a month of sessions and plans for the next assault – one huge exhale.  I left the lukewarm in-between of Nashville last week for a month and half of work with Compassion, writing for my “pop record” and a video shoot for “sunday black”.  It seems as though blinks become weeks and sleeps wake to months. Another year well on her way.

Do you ever feel like the stab ahead is a never ending cycle of “if I just complete this, then I can take a break”?  Sorry if that strikes a bit out of the blue.  The problem with the previous phrase is my tendency to embrace all things impossible – at least impossible in thought.  I have to have a plan – an end result.  I’m always working towards something & when that “something” is reached, fifteen other goals have usually grown from said original plan.  Always complicated – never easy.

There is still much warring between my lobes – personal battles & all the insecurities that accompany such thoughts leave me struggling to write outside the lines.  I’m ready to make a happy record but the story is not complete.