patience vs procrastination

I never really worked a regular job,

though I’ve had plenty of side gigs just to get by.

I worked in a metal factory,

as a bike messenger,

in retail,

and whatever else came my way.

It never lasted long,

but each one taught me something.

But one thing never changed.

Whenever I felt overwhelmed, anxious,

angry, lost, or tired,

the first thing I did was pick up a guitar and play.

And write.

It’s always been more than an escape.

It’s been a home.

The challenge has always been

to know what to share,

and how.

Because there’s no right answer.

You can’t know what people will connect with.

Sometimes a throwaway line hits deeper

than the one I spent days perfecting.

The only thing I try to stay true to,

even though I haven’t many times,

is intuition and taste.

Every time I silence that voice

and let the noise take over,

I look back and realize

I knew it all along.

So this is me reminding you, and more so myself,

to trust our instincts.

To stop rushing every quiet moment.

Not everything is fear.

Not everything is urgent.

Sometimes patience isn’t procrastination.

It’s trust.