I have nothing to blog about. I am about to venture off to Houston. In 1 week, I will be there, getting ready to record an album that will change my life. I have high hopes and expectations, but I can’t help but be anxious and nervous and cynical.
Sometimes, I am so hopeful that what I am doing makes a difference. At other times, and regretfully, more often than not, I feel pretty insignificant, and I wonder if I am wasting my life or my time, or, more importantly, other people’s time. I wonder if I will really be able to affect anyone else ever if I never get over myself and stop making myself out to be so introverted.