January 8, 2016:
Country life in Spread-Too-Thin. Where projects are balls in the air, and the artist's ability to focus is compromised by ADHD and the need to make a living.
Once upon a time there'd have been Ritalin; later, Adderall. In this universe there are major and minor projects and friendships and distractions all inching forward, like ten fingers on ten faders on a mixing console without automation, slowing raising the levels.
Where old age looms, and ill-health, and the most major risk of failure is from end of time, and only God decides.
God grant me the serenity to not give a fuck. To keep all these projects moving forward in their own times, with their own cadences, without concern for what-may-come.