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My urge to write has been scarce lately. Last week’s journal entries were among my shortest this year.
I don’t feel compelled to dig as deeply into my thoughts and fixations, as I’m used to. Could this be a case of birthday hangover?
“Blah” is one word to describe my present feelings toward writing. But I’m certain this status will eventually pass.
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Whatever motivation I lost seems to have transferred to performing online, for a sleepless crowd.
I spent three nights in a row last week singing on Instagram Live, for what has become a series called 3AM Gang.
It was fun figuring out how to play my songs with a guitar on the fly.
I thoroughly enjoyed messing up my lyrics, responding to comments mid-verse, and revelling in imperfection.
Though I sang in a near whisper and kept my guitar playing mild (so as not to wake the house), the love thrown my way was loud and bold.
Who would’ve thought that bringing people together during their sad hours, could be so comforting?
I don’t know when the next 3AM Gang session will be. I like being spontaneous about this. But it will happen again, trust.
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Ebe Dancel taught me to slow down when performing solo. I’m still getting the hang of it, but I continue to try.
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