Had a great talk with my friendo Josh tonight about…well, kinda about giving up. On projects. And how uncomfortable that can be, and how uncertain it is to feel like you’re at that crossroads. Even if it’s temporary, which it always is with the deepest of creative endeavors.

And, somehow, it’s brought me full circle to the other side of that same coin: inspiration. Inspiration is the opposite of despair, and it’s…well, fuck. It’s goddamn magic, of course. It doesn’t feel of this world. It’s like a wellspring. It just bubbles into existence.

I feel inspired tonight. Not in any specific way, really, just inspired. The music is speaking to me tonight as I write this entry, and it was for the little nighttime writing sesh before that.

I was so worried about missing a few days when I was sick. Worried that I’d lose my groove or will or determination or inspiration to do these nightly writing sessions, the ones I complete before I write these blog entries.

I needn’t have worried.

They’re a part of me now. It’s a habit, just like writing these blog entries has become over the better part of a decade now.

I feel very grateful for that.

And inspired.

I’m really, really looking forward to getting the DJ controller tomorrow. Yup.