she would be ok.
knew september would be difficult. feel like i have been holding my breath as i moved through the month.
slowing letting that breath out and inhaling again.
mixed feeling about going to the studio (damn doubt hanging on the edge, trying to creep in); but knowing i would feel better if all i did was even sit down there. i was right. the sounds of my music playing. the smell with my little burner on. the colors and controlled (ok- maybe not so controlled) chaos of the permanent stage of my studio. yep.
i would be ok.