Lots of things are changing and moving and shifting as I prepare to head out to California: gigs cancelled, gigs reborn, contacts renewed, plans constantly metamorphosing (ew that word looks funny but spell check told me to spell it this way... I was thinking something more along the lines of 'metamorphasizing')... In response to FB "likes" and comments and such from my California peeps after I posted a new Big Sur gig announcement last night, I found myself in tears.
I think I had locked these feelings away. It's been 3 years, and my friends out in Cali are among some of the greatest I've ever known. Maybe I haven't allowed myself to feel how much I miss them or something, but knowing I'm about to be there in 2 weeks opened the flood gates.
I was talking with CJ yesterday saying I was 'hopeful' that everything would turn out alright. I'm officially unemployed, and these travels I have planned are set to be costly (especially with gas at $3.50/gallon!). His response: "Don't be hopeful; be prayerful."
He's got it right.