my brain's impatient, my heart's still willing to wait

It’s been kind of a tough season. I’m still getting used to being myself. Sometimes I get sick of living with me and want to get away for a while, but I have to sit down and be patient and try to get my brain to slow down. I downloaded a therapy bot on my phone last week. Its name is Woebot, and I may have downloaded it just for the pun. Every day it beeps at me and asks me how I’m feeling. Yesterday we thought of three things I am thankful for. All week was strangely warm, and I hung out with Belle by the river a lot on my lunch breaks. I kept hearing the snow was coming, and first thing this morning, just like it had made an appointment or something, it showed up the exact day the weather report said it would. I admit that it’s pretty, especially at night when everything has a weird glow - the clouds and the snow seem to make everything closer. But I hate driving in it, and I hate how I can’t run or walk Belle as much. She gets cold so easily, and I left her red fleece shirt behind at a friend’s who I haven’t seen in a while.

I don’t know where to catch back up from where I was the last time I posted a song, because it’s been over a month. I guess that’s part of the reason it’s taken me so long to get back to it. I’ve been trying to plan a new band. I’ve been trying to book lots of shows. Today Nora and I took photos in the snow. We get to play at a skating rink in May. It seems like a long way off, but it’s nothing - think of the last thing you were really looking forward to. Now think of how it seemed like it was so far away at the time. Now think about how it’s over. That’s how far off my show is. That’s how long I have to wait.