Tears #1

This month, I've cried a lot. Doors that have been open have slammed shut in my face. Relationships that I used to be so sure of have left me feeling empty inside. I look around and wonder why is it Christmastime because it doesn't feel like that to me. 

During this time I've had to learn how to adapt to the circumstances around me and be okay in them. There were two days this month in which I cried so much that I didn't want to eat or see any one. I got to that point where I actually cried so much that I feel asleep. But when I woke up the next day, even though no circumstances had changed overnight, somehow I felt better. It didn't make sense why I should feel better, but I did. 

That's exactly what being a Cockeyed Optimist is all about. Even when nothing makes sense, somehow you know that everything will be fine. So in this season of perpetual hope, I can pick myself up off the literal and figurative floor, wipe my eyes and blow my nose, stand up and take a step forward. 


Sweat #1

There are many times in our lives in which we have to eat our words. One such instance occurred a few weeks ago at our gig at the Mira Mesa Street Fair. I have been know to say that I don't sweat when I'm performing. I have also been known to give Sean guff for sweating before we even begin playing. 

Well at said gig, I was hot. I started sweating. I couldn't see. I thought I was going to pass out. As per this photo, you can see the redness in my face. 

I also had another word eating experience when trying to record the other day. I usually can't stand the brand Behringer when it comes to audio. Well, I set up my stereo microphones that I usually use and one didn't work. So I tried these stereo Behringer mics that I bought when I first started recording and guess what... they worked. 

As we grow, we often find out that we're not always right and that's OK. I'm sure there will be many more gigs where I'm covered in sweat and that's fine by me!