grey and chill
Grey days make me happy, even on Monday. I think a grey Monday is better than a sunny Monday if you have to go to work. Do you spell grey “grey” or “gray”? I know that both are right, but I wonder which comes from where. I like “grey” better– it looks more melancholy, and that fits.
Anyway, Adam’s on a painting frenzy, and I’m glad. He’s cranking out some beautiful stuff that you all need to buy. We’re both trying to go by the motto, “Not a day without a line,” in regards to our creative endeavors.
I finally picked up my guitar for the first time in, literally, months. I’ve become quite afraid of the thing because the moment I touch it, I think of everything I need to do to “make it” with my music. Adam and I decided that I’m going to pick up my guitar every day for a while and not think or talk about my career in music. I’m just going to enjoy it for its own sake, and I’m going to practice other peoples’ music and not force my own. There is this stigma around “musician” that has bogged me down, so right now, I’m “wife who likes to play and sing around the house”. I like that better.
-Jessica
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Currently Reading Pilgrim at Tinker Creek By Annie Dillard see related |
