Post trip blues
I’m home, I got home at 6am on Tuesday, due to traffic delays I hung at the airport til 8am, and am now suffering from what I usually refer to as post tour blues, which occurs when you get home and realise you have to stay in the one place for a while.
Took Bruise to derby training last night and in the car on the way home I realised that sometimes talking to her is like talking to myself at her age, I didn’t know if I should tell her to throw everything into the music industry or run now before she gets in too deep. Its refreshing though, a different, not yet jaded perspective. At least she’s being smart and learning live sound.
Words of wisdom from the 17-year-old, everyone was saying she should have a backup plan and her response was “But then Its like I’m expecting to fail”. This blew me away, I’m at the point where (after a few choice discussions with people of late) I am wondering if I should find a new path, I never had a backup plan that was solid, there where whims (going back to school and doing law, or forensics) but I never really thought of them as serious options, I definitely didn’t pick up units at highschool that would help me in those choices later on.
I honestly am finding it hard to think of something else I could do, I know it’s not too late in the game to make a change, but there is a lot I like about the fluidity of the music industry, I like being able to go away, jump in a tour bus and not look back until it’s over. The idea of being in an office for another year, with no chances to do that horrifies me. I’m sure it would be easier on my social life, but could I actually enjoy it?
Too much to think about right now.
The cats have been stalking me since I got home, I think they’re concerned I might disappear again, Mischief wont leave my bed and Smudge is following me from room to room trying to sit on me.
