on the grind behind the dream

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I’m realizing that most of my boiling-over anxiety stems from having my feet on the ground of this reality, instead of floating in the magical clouds of the dreams my mind has created. Fantasies need boundaries, just like any healthy relationship.

I’m working to train myself to see that the monotony of everyday repetition is the grit required to manifest the vision that my insatiable thirteen-year-old self sketched out, now working to make 3-D.

The album is done. The merch orders are in. The marketing plan is set. I’m telling myself to let the today be. And when I do, I see the other sketches in my notebook—the ones little me drew before landing on the one with the most sparkle, the one that seemed to embody success.

I see drawings of big me singing to twenty people and having the time of her life. I see her forming a crowd in the park during a busk, lugging equipment through New York’s relentless humidity. I see her coming home to her partner, crying after a long shift at the restaurant: “I’m just so tired,” she says. Then I see her waking up and choosing to do it all again.

Here’s to you, dreamer. May you realize the many pages of your whimsical fantasies and nod to the one you’re living today.

What parts of your dreams are you living out now, even in small ways?

3-D version of notebook page 111