You’re tired all the time.
There aren’t enough hours in the day.
You’ll always feel guilty, like you should be doing something “productive” with every free second you have.
You’re playing out every night you have the energy to.
You’re writing all the time.
You hate your songs.
Except when you love your songs.
You have no money for frivolous things like clothes and food.
But you have a savings account for demos.
Tip money becomes gas money.
You struggle between playing for free and having to play for money.
You struggle with money in general.
You know what you’re worth but your doubt it every day.
You meet with you mentor and you feel so excited and encouraged.
You meet with your other mentor and everything you thought you knew, you realize don’t.
You have coffee with a friend who has all your same struggles, and you commiserate together.
You read all the articles you can.
You memorize all the faces you can.
You listen to all the music you can.
You quote, you snap photos, you jot down memos on the back of your hand.
You don’t brush your hair everyday.
You feel absolutely bi-polar about everything and anything related to music.
You struggle between what’s good enough for them and what you love.
You show up.
You write.
You re-write.
You write again.
You, my friend, are on the right track.