In career. In free time. In relationships. In life.
I don't have any answers.
I go through phases when I think I know where I'm headed and I'm happy with that. And then I hit a patch - not necessarily a rough patch, just some inexplicable instance - that throws me off. All of my goals seem like obligations - drum lessons, filling three pages a day, submitting stories every month, studying the craft of writing, working out, washing dishes, doing laundry. My thoughts are caged in rigid lines while I just want to let my imagination run loose in abstraction. I can't stop thinking I haven't been reading I haven't been writing I haven't been creating I haven't been feeling I haven't been doing enough.
But I have been enjoying beautiful sunshiny days with my windows open and records spinning songs for me. I've gotten lost in the fiery sunsets that I had previously been too distracted for. I've been weighing what I should do in life against what I want to do and I'm letting the good stuff win. I've been listening deeply to music that is helping me get back in touch with myself and others.
all I can do is share and hope it moves you in some way.