"Maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year..."

So, I'm aware that it's been a few months since my last post. Let's get back up to speed: quit my job, left Boone, moved home, got old job back. I'm still trying to figure out what the hell I'm doing. I want to make music more than anything. It's all I can think about when I ask myself, "What do you want to do with your life?" There are so few left. Everyone's either sold out, given up, or sort of overmatured and become so pretentious I can't stand to talk to them about music, much less play it with them. It's a difficult passion to have in present times.

In other news, I've finally realized that I am a completely unique person. My days of trying to be something or someone I'm not are pretty much put to rest. I don't always like who I am, but I definitely always love it. Sort of in a "love-hate relationship" sort of way... for lack of better terminology. I hate that saying.

I just feel like somthing's about to break. Maybe I'm about to find what makes me happy or maybe I'm about to give up and settle for something that I don't absolutely hate but don't really, truly love. Stay tuned to find out.



Thanks for reading.