Bipolar Art. What a week--emotionally exhausting. Mostly health reasons, since my asthma was reclassified as COPD six days ago, and the eczema is getting worse on the same treatments that helped at first. If the itch gets any more frequent, Ill be at 24x7! And I am expending a ton of reserve on someone who is dear to me, but not always easy to understand. I woke today, as I do many mornings, to tears. But today, I didnt let them go to waste. I held onto my sadness, nurtured it every few hours, making sure I could bring back the tears with a moments concentration--so that tonight, as I sat down to play, I would feel what the songs needed. I played with the tempo under better control, I sang with the pathos I intended, and I pleased myself, though I cant say what my audience really thought. Walking home, I began to sob, and I have not yet finished.
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 02:59:53 +0000
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