Waking up to the disturbing sound of maintenance banging away at something just outside the window. I can’t really get back to sleep properly.
Arising at 11:20 a.m.
Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Blueberries, Flax Seed, and Almond Milk. English Breakfast Tea.
I unexpectedly get myself into a sentimental moment. Entering Ana’s room as she’s putting on some clothes to meet her mom and brother downstairs. I was feeling sad last night and earlier this morning.
“I need to tell you something. I’m just...” I stutter as my lips start shaking. “I’m just sad!”
I embrace her and begin weeping into her shoulder. I can barely form words for the next 30 seconds.
“I’m sorry. I don’t wanna lose you,” I add.
“You’re feelings are valid,” she replies.
Elvis is perched on her broken guitar amp. I take a breath and pet him – and she goes with her mom and brother out to eat. I’ve never cried like that around her not since my mom passed. I’m not sure what to make of it. I know exactly what I’m feeling but I’m also afraid and stuck in a limbo.
I head off to the gym to do a workout with Vlad. He’s got some Italian lady watching and learning how to train.
Coconut Water.
Eggs. Spinach. Sweet Potato. Bagel. Coffee.
Teaching lessons at Music Makers.
Eating some leftovers at home.
Then, Wes and I head to Ladada band practice at the storage unit. Community Witch is always just finishing up their practice. We work on some original tunes and let out the cathartic jams.
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On the drive back I introduce Wes to the jazz infused indie sounds of Crumb.
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