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hallo loves

just a heads up/reminder…in case you didn’t read about it in the althing (because i know sometimes the althing can be massively overwhelming and sometimes you don’t read it at all or you save it for when you have 2 hours to kill :)

the MAIN DISH of the month is kicking off tomorrow at a recording studio in auckland. im going to do two days of webcasting starting tomorrow morning at 11:11am new zealand time - jan 25th. im going to chat from the piano with all of you and figure out how to spend the recording day in real time.

please RSVP to BOTH days!

TUESDAY/tomorrow: https://www.crowdcast.io/e/sj9glppm

WEDNESDAY/the next day: https://www.crowdcast.io/e/eaywgp19

i’ll send one last reminder RIGHT before i go live tomorrow.

i have NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE and so i am excited. i have allll day tuesday and wednesday in the studio to write and play and rehearse and futz around. the cast - both days - will probably last from 11:11 to maybe…2? 3? 4pm? just dip in and see. if we are still going, we are still going. (crowdcast is also great because you can just click on the link now and itbwill convert the time to wherever you are.)

both casts will be instantly archived and replayable by patrons only the minute they wrap.

USE THE COMMENTS SECTION!! start uploading ideas and questions!! chat with each other!!! and don’t be afraid to talk to strangers. we are all friends here. be helpful to one another.

then.

on day two, i’ll either record whatever i work on after we switch off on tuesday, or i’ll just keep being random …. i just don’t know. come tomorrow and we will figure it out. i’ll make an update post tomorrow night and let you all know how day #1 went…and what we might expect of day #2.

i just spent the entire evening practicing piano at lucy’s house, where i am crashing.

fuck. i miss playing the piano. i told lucy, who sat there while i practiced, working on some script. i cried. WHY DO I NOT PLAY THE PIANO ALL THE TIME, i cried.

because you’re a mother

she said. (she has 3 kids).

i know, i said.

and i managed to out together a crowdfunding empire so that i will literally get paid more for the next two days of free-form art-making than i used to make on tour in a MONTH

and i was like

actually, this is amazing and i am amazing. i AM PLAYING THE PIANO, WHY AM I COMPLAINING ABOUT NEVER PLAYING THE PIANO WHILE ACTUALLY PLAYING THE PIANO

and the answer is that humans just cannot stop fretting about the past and future and the end.

i keep having to remind myself that everything is actually fine. beyond fine. i’m getting better at it.

a propos, glennon doyle posted this today:

and i responded/added:

i will type something out loud that i maybe take for granted but do not say: covid has changed my life. changed me. for the better. because i have let go. of almost everything. including my life-long driving desire to tell, tell, tell the world about my every experience in real-time. instead, i have shuffled and sculpted and changed so many of my goddamn priorities, putting my son and my mental and physical health in the center, and have stopped fretting so much about my ambition, my status, how it all looks, and whether or not i can cleverly and helpfully narrate the story of my life and trials on social media and for my beloved patrons.

instead of fretting to telling the story of my life, and to make it all happen, and to answer every email…nope. game over. i’m changing the very nature of my work to be able to make a living writing and webcasting instead of touring live. it’ll work.

i am finally just allowing myself to go easy on me, and live life on the terms that have been handed to me.

i am trying to just go as slow as i can. and enjoy the supermarket. and the rock pools. the plums, which are nearing the end of their season on my tree. the people of new zealand. the small joys of existence. the sound of the rain this morning as i woke. calling my father, who is grieving. writing a spontaneous song for my tiny group of patrons tomorrow in a little recording studio. making a cup of good coffee. going to a movie with ash and neil (sing 2, yesterday) and allowing myself to cry full-throatedly at the scene at the end where there are 3,000 people (well, animals) gathered in a live theater.

allowing it all. allowing this to be what it is. and letting love flow into all of these imperfect and unthinkable cracks.

all of new zealand went into the “red setting” yesterday. my only festival appearance this summer (the splore festival, near auckland) was officially cancelled this morning.

almost every kiwi musician i know here is heartbroken right now. tour is off. again.

we will just keep slowing down, finding our inner reserves of patience, adjusting, and going easy on ourselves - and importantly, easy on one another. on our friends, partners, families, our children. it is the only way out.

i love you all so so much.

and thank you glennon. you said it.

i’ll say it too.

everybody: go easy on you. go gentle. you’re tired. rest. you deserve rest. go easy. go easy. go easy.

i love you, so much.

…..

see many of you tomorrow i hope.

let’s make some art.

let’s go crazy.

let’s look for the purple banana til they put us in the truck.

let’s go.

bring your whole hearts.

earthly and delightedly yours

afp

ps. a note to $10+ PATRONS, I'll be scheduling a just-us webchat when this crazy week is over. stay tuned. 

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DxDarling13

The last selfie in this post is just 🔥 🔥 🔥

Lia

Why do I not draw more? Why I haven't read a full book in the last 4 years? Why am I struggling to do my job while my kid's dad is finishing 2 post-grad degrees and has time to binge-watch all the Netflix HBO Prime Video Disney series? Because you are a mother.

Joni

I cannot FUCKING wait.... I have the house to myself... I'm going to put it out the big screen, full volume and therapeutically stab things (sounds SO much cooler than "work on my cross stitch right?). I also have a ridiculous new kitten to play with (I am not against kitten cameos if you need a break, giggle, etc). I didn't even know I needed this until it was happening. This feels like food for the soul. ❤️❤️

Joni

This is the answer to SO many of the questions I ask every. damn. day. The struggle is real sister. 😉 ✊✊✊

Jonah Poirot

I'm glad we get to do this again. .it got me through a tough moment last time. And it will again. Bravery lives, I'm sure, in the small moments in between, the continuing on when it is quiet, and you are alone. I come here to say I love you, and everyone here. But I think sometimes I should be telling myself that, so. I love you, Jonah. Thanks for sticking around for the small things. It's brave. You're brave.

Mikala - Backstagerider

Not to be a downer, but a different perspective: I get what Glennon is saying about adjusting expectations…so true. But as a person who has had chronic shit for a decade+, is higher risk looking out for a clinically extremely vulnerable person…I cannot slow down any more than I have. I was forced to be slow before this. Now, I am inert. I forgive myself this and have adjusted…I meditate, walk by the ocean or in a forest, do QiGong daily, cook great foods, laugh with my partner all the gods-damned time. It’s nice. but I am also sick to the back teeth (and they hurt, I have so much clenching ;) of all of this. I have been a veritable hermit in a city for two years, with almost no punctuation of life, a risk-averse, medical-trauma-battered-human triggered by a global, incessant medical trauma. I gave myself permission to slow down so, so long ago (and for those who still haven’t, highly recommend) but now? Now I desperately want to speed up. I am tired of “delighting in the little things” and staring at screens. I am mindful and slow all day lol. I want to party and be big, expansive, crazy again. Eat in a fucking restaurant or go to a gig. It is a parallel kind of grief, particularly for those of who are warrior-ing through other health issues. Not just over what once was, but now, in dealing with the crushing boredom. Still, onward march. Or crawl. Or drag. Or sleep. Whatever, it’s cool. Time to QiGong. The day awaits. Love to you three x

Erin Beggs Wilson

I so needed to read this today. Ive been struggling, screaming out--to myself, my partner, my therapist--why can't I allow myself joy? In the small victories? In the little beauties? Why must I instead focus on every failure, every little thing I couldn't or didn't do instead? It's so exhausting. It's internalized capitalism. It's .. gotta stop. Eloquently and beautifully put as always, to get me to slow down and take a breath and enjoy that breath. I'm looking forward to the lives!! Our household finally caught COVID. My overlying theme these last few days has honestly been.. grateful. I'm immunocompromised and have spent the last two years in absolute. Fucking. Terror. And ultimately, I'm grateful that my whole family, including my seven year old daughter, is fully vaccinated, that I got boosted months ago, that we seem to have caught a variant that is mild. Miserable, to be sure, and I am of course scared that things could get worse, or I could have some weird long term symptoms, but mostly I'm grateful we're okay. Looking forward to hearing your beautiful voice and piano. I'm gonna go make myself a latte and think about how good it tastes. 🖤

mary b merryman

I probably won’t make your live time, but that’s ok. It’s great to hear from you anyway. I think you are so lucky to be in New Zealand!! They have the coolest prime minister ever.

mary b merryman

I’m fine, so far. I’ve learned to count my blessings a while ago, and my daily life is a lot easer. I’m blessed to have low-income housing in San Francisco, even if the building is falling down. As long as I can listen to music, go to meetings on zoom, walk around the city, have a job to go to, I’m fine. What. retirement or what my life will look like in 5 years is none of my business at the moment. Have a great show.

Zena Darling

I'm trying to go easy. I take time to rest. But. Things need done. Basic, bare minimum life stuff needs done. And some of it, specifically, needs done before I go back to work tomorrow. So yeah. Sometimes the thing to do is actually get up off your ass and just wash your hair and cook some food and do some dishes... even when all you want to do is rest. But I'm just talking to myself. Everyone needs to find that balance for themselves, because that's what it's really all about... balance. Anyways.... Since I'm off work today, I should be able to actually make the stream this evening (5:11pm my time). I'll make it my reward for getting some of those other things done in the meantime :)

Anonymous

This really warms my heart ... I keep saying to myself to go easy (and some times it works out, sometimes I just feel guilty for just not being good enough.)

Natalie Briggs

While it feels easy to say just slow down, just go easy, just focus on the small things, that works for people who at places in their careers where they can get away with a little coasting. But me, and I daresay most of my friends, in our early thirties can't afford to slow down. We're at places in our jobs where if we slow down we will get left behind and be impoverished and working the rest of lives (assuming there won't be an entire societal collapse where money is meaningless and we're all eating weeds in a barren climate apocalypse landscape). Is that a toxic mindset in the midst of this pandemic? Yes. But on the hope and assumption we ever return to some sort of normal it's the only mindset we can have in the current capitalistic system if ever want to afford a modicum of comfort or retire. I'm not trying to be contrarian. I love the sentiment and have believed we need reformed systems that allow for it even before all this but it is depressing to hear right now when I'm already doing my best and having this message broadcasted over and over feels like another thing I'm failing at rather than something comforting.

Jozias

That's right. It feels like nature though. When things go faster they meet more resistance. Over all that's how I feel like wading through thick sticky molasses. And I have to slow down because I just can't do more. I can't say it's the only way to survive, I've never been here before, but what I can say it's the only thing bareable for me, with more patience and love, more compassion and acceptance. It is what it is and that's all it is. Slow down.