In the morning I'm always excited. Coffee, breakfast, and a new beginning feel probable and within my reach between the hours of 8 and 11 am. I answer some emails and take a couple of calls for interviews. I rest for five minutes to have a think. AH! Here comes the anxiety! WNYC on in the background... political monstrosities...plagues...murders... everything is burning...prioritizing the need to be informed over my need for sanity is a constant source of stress. Then there is frustration over financial burdens (everyone's got those, though...right?) It's scary to have no idea how you're going to meet your basic hierarchy of needs every. single. day. I know you know. That shit's real real. Then the hunger...is it time for lunch yet? Maybe, yes. But it's something else too...desire, a controlled fire. I feel like a mad hunter. I go for a long run and I sweat out my dread. I happily skip to Trader Joes, having dispelled at least some kinetic energy. Around 5 pm it feels like it's time to think about thinking about relaxing. A stiff drink or three are in order. Have I accomplished anything today? Not really.
The above is a pretty accurate depiction of a typical day in the life for me. When I'm on tour soon it'll all look so different, but for now, this is it. I released a new album called Silver Tongue couple of weeks ago. I know I'm getting ready to be on the road but I'm still just like...now what? Is anything I do amounting to anything of worth? Nothing feels like enough. Do you all feel this way? I'm happy, but I want more. "If I only could/ I'd make a deal with God/And I'd get him to swap our places/I'd be running up that road/Be running up that hill with no problems..." Xx, Mackenzie
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