The week between Christmas and New Year's was very restful. I haven't had that much time to myself in a decade. Between the first album, the promotion, the holidays, my father's death, and the next album... I've been in emotional overdrive for as long as I can remember.
An anxiety switch has been flipped off, or maybe just burnt out completely. I'm no longer in survival mode. I'm not focused on the future. I'm trying to enjoy everything I've fought for. But I know it won't last. Everything is temporary.