#yosick

One of the things that I have struggled with, in recent times, is telling the difference between being content and bottling things up. Granted, my life of late has been pretty fucking easy. So I very well could just be content all of the time. I have also been finding that many things that I have been asking for out of my life (I see it as positive manifestation), I have been receiving. Either way, I have been trying to be a little more diligent at listening to the inner workings of my emotional body. I have deduced that I am pretty fucking terrified of what I am going to do in this society that I deplore. As far as my foreseeable future goes, i.e., the next year or two, I feel pretty beatific at the path that I am following. Past that, I have no clue. I realize that focusing on the future causes unnecessary stress in the present moment; however, I can't help but feel that I need some level of plan, career-wise. My nomadic treeplant-travel-repeat plans have been slightly altered by the whole band situation. It feels like the Universe throwing this last musical opportunity in my face, after I felt like I had sufficiently given up, just to fuck with me, rattle my chain, or give me one more chance to pursue this passion of mine. I really do believe in the band, they've got a great sound with enough uniquity and versatility between songs. My inner(wannabe)nomad, although, is screaming to be noticed. We shall see how it goes, I can't have it all and I need to be fair to these guys. They've got passion x 309489023841, this is definitely 300% what they want, and I respect that. My dad said that when we jam I just radiate, so, I mean, I must be diggin' it pretty hard too. I don't see any reason why I can't travel to a much smaller degree and still to the band.

Man, this seems like a rather gratuitous post.

Oh well, hopefully getting it out here stops the incessant thought-cycles about all of this.

Peace and Love, Namaste, Word, and all that Jazz.