Author: Candid Corvid Productions

If I tell myself to approach the rebuilding tasks directly, the blocks prohibit.

But if I tell mysdlf that I am cleaning my room again to get back into music, they will lift.

And then, when I try to focus on making music, I will see the rebuilding tasks suddenly come clear because of intense dread, worry, and lack of stability.

And I will veer to attend to these tasks, one after another – each time by beginning to attempt to work on progressing in music.

For I am amazing at self sacrificing when the days must be saved.

But maybe, after more months and months of rebuilding…maybe someday I can begin to actually reinsert music for real into my life again.

If the rent gets caught up and we don’t lose our housing.

And I don’t keep slipping farther behind in recovering from injuries, rather than regaining my strength.

And then, when that brief moment of feeling safe and hopeful at last reenters my life again and I think that I can finally focus on my art, another drastic emergency will knock me back down again.

And the cycle will start all over…

Only with less strength to carry on.

Sometimes, you get lucky with a sinking ship…

And it stops sinking when it gets full of just enough water to equal out the pressure where it once flooded into the hull freely…

And as long as you stop bailing and slosh around only very carefully, a balance is reached…

And somehow, the heavily floating boat might still be swept by currents to safety.

The divide was too wide for her to get across by herself.

All she could do was hope for reinforcements and work on getting the motor going again.

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(Title of multiple meanings)

For the past several hours, she just craved a hot bath and to shut down.

But she had been determined to show up and be there for others.

“Behind the scenes, she was completely wrecked.”