So, I've mostly wasted the past eight months of my life. My music has barely progressed. I've really lost my drive. The joy that I used to feel when making music has been very difficult to conjure, and I think the forty-hour workweek is largely to blame; it really drains me; it makes my life feel so repetitive and meaningless. As a kid, I noticed how my parents' forty-hour-workweek-lives seemed so repetitive and meaningless, and I told myself I wouldn't end up like that, that I'd find a better way. Well, I haven't found a better way, yet, but I'm still trying.
There certainly are better ways to work and live. Last month, I read a New York Times article about this guy named Marc Rebillet, for example, and his lifestyle looks pretty good from my vantage point. [1] If you've never heard of him, you might want to check him out. [2][3][4][5] You can tell that he really enjoys making music and feeling good. In contrast, I'm not sure if I even know how to feel good anymore.
[1] How a YouTube Sensation Spends His Sundays
[3] i want to die