Jesus, what a week. 58 hours on the clock, 2 band rehearsals & four hours last night working on new songs with the headphones on, & now I’m feeling guilty because all I’ve done all day is balance the checkbook, pay bills, walk the dog & grocery shop. When is it ok to be done?
@anthracite I came to the realization recently that I’ve been working at something or other 50-60 hours a weeks since I got my first job during my Junior year of high school. That’s 40 years of going at it hard, & suddenly I’m starting to break physically. My brain keeps telling me to push on, & my back/neck/hips/knees/elbows/wrist say “no.” Getting old beats the alternative I guess, but damn.