i wont lie.
in a bit of a creative fuzz.
what does that even mean?
i have two full albums of music finished and mixed.
when i listen to them i feel they are worthy chapters in the sound story i have been trying to tell.
i have music i am making that fulfills me.
but as of late, i have asked myself a difficult question.
creating is one thing.
creating when you feel a sense of indefinable futility is another.
there are times where i look at the immense possibilities and potential and wish to wade in it.
there are others where i am frightened by the possibilities and potential of all of the unknowns.
but for weeks i have felt as though i am pushing against granite.
i feel like a mouse drowning in a bucket.
the weight that gives my soul substance is the same weight that makes me feel as though my feet were rooted in stone.