sometimes all we need is hope…
May 22nd, 2010 | Published in the daily
I feel the rug being pulled – fighting desperately to keep my wits about me. I’ve returned home to the great and overwhelming. New roofs to find and possibly a new city to call home. I don’t know. I believe I’m more afraid than brave. What could be the best decision for my future could also be my end. The faces I would leave behind – the comfort of the comfortable – more than I want to face.
Tomorrow I dive in again – familiar waters – this time, more tired than hopeful. Recording a song that was written while in NY – dressing her in her best for pitch. There’s already interest – feels strange. Is this another sign? I’ve worked for years in a town I love, only to visit her possible replacement and find I can’t keep my hands off her. Something new is always intoxicating – but is it better? Is the “new” my bait waiting to wear off and disappoint?
I want to jump – there’s a part of me that no longer cares if I land.
