Time Will Tell

I was laying awake last night and thinking something… I can’t fully recall what exactly the thought that occurred to me was. I should have gotten up right away to write it down, as I know it will return to me at an inopportune moment.

Earlier this week, I was reminded of The Weather And, The Wine (Be Warned, Things Could Get Naked) — Over a year ago, we were sitting enjoying drinks and watching the bad weather, only to find out that it was a coming tornado (not near off) — We had no idea! — Well, as that’d happened before, we had our own “separate” tornado scare recently; the weather sirens went off, except this time I have a child so, I can’t drink and laugh and curse at the sky. We actually had to quickly go down to the basement and wait it out. Nothing came of it but some heavy rain (thank goodness).

Again, the change of perspective looms in my mind. I am a moody mess some days. But then I remember where I am now, who I’m becoming, and all the shit I’ve been through. I am grateful. I am angry, but I am grateful.

Perspective.

Channeling The Anger:

I’ve wanted to push a few select songs to the mainstream radio to see how they will do. It’s a big step, it has it’s own risks, kinda. A lot of work must be done, most of which my partner is doing, because let’s face it; he is much more organized and disciplined than I am currently. I am however, a work of art (in progress), and this FM radio push was my idea.

The parts are in motion, time will tell.

I’m excited.

Like a hyper-child, I just farted?

I have a few other creative ideas brewing that I will need to fully flesh out, before moving forward.

All in good time…

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