Okay, I don’t like to wallow in self pity and sorrow because things are not quite working out how I’d like them to or I’m not getting that gig that I have been eyeing up for a while now. I don’t want to be that person who can’t just shake it off as one of the live’s temporary downs and move on. But, there is almost some sort of weird and twisted sense of submissiveness and familiarity to feelings like these. I think certain types of artist, well, just people, know what I am talking about.
It’s easy to put yourself down and not to try to pick yourself up because you think you don’t deserve it, you’re not worth it or you’re simply incapable of. It’s not easy to pull yourself out of it. What I noticed helps me is reminding myself that life just goes in cycles and circles all the time. Things slow down, your motivation and drive diminishes because you can’t see where it could take you. But, then it all picks up again, it always does. There is always something that will come eventually and it will remind you that it’s that time for that rollercoaster to go up (or down, whichever one is your preferred direction).