…So it’s Friday night, and I am reflecting on my week, actually my month and a half and finally able to find a moment to put down some emotional reflection.

I am a musician, I play the guitar and I sing and write and I have never really wanted to be anything else, save may be the scientist / interior designer I had my sights set on at 11. And here I am with a mighty full plate, 27 years old and getting on in “musician making it years” and I am still desperately trying to hold onto the dream of doing this for my bread and butter, not even outrageous riches just  as comfortable survival. Oh I like that, “comfortable survival” Erm… well… perhaps not…maybe the desperation is talking.

I am at that tipping point again, when it all gets too much and your love of playing is in jeopardy. Well not really but applying the kind of effort necessary to succeed is,  there is an appropriate metaphor in my head right now but I am afraid putting it down and sounding cliché, ugh!!

But its Friday night and I felt like venting after a hard days grind, I hope that there are a few people out there who feel this last six weeks has been a dream come true, if only so that I can have faith in the yin and yang of the universe and know my turn must be around the corner.