And depression has been messing with my head, pointing out how I've failed and who hates me and why this is the last cool thing that I'll ever do and it probably wasn't all that cool anyway.
We live in such a results-focused world and I'm impressionable enough that it's stlll hard for me to take time to fill the well (as they say in The Artists Way). Apparently, just living life, celebrating my accomplishments, and enjoying some peace isn't enough. And the silly thing is that I know that I will, in fact, work in this town again. Two awesome gigs are sitting right on the horizon. The fields are not barren. The time to recharge is now and I'm going to make every effort to make no effort at all, just for a week or two, so when the next thing happens, it happens from a place of joy and ease.