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REPORT ABUSIVE REPLY
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I need some inspiration that’s not artificial.
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St. Helens, Mt |
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Listened to some vinyls, old and new stuff. Been holding a guitar for what feels like hours and can’t string together anything worthwhile. Being sober and trying to write, create, and play feels so empty. I feel like weed made it easier, I’m sure it didn’t, but damn I feel unmotivated. Alcohol made it worse. I miss doing the things I thought I used to love, now I feel so drained.  Try sitting in a cabin or in a tent out in the woods and hearing the rain fall around you, with your eyes closed. I hike a lot, spent the last nice weekend we have around here nestled under the base of a volcano. Came home with nothing. Now it’s raining, and won’t stop until next year. Last time I felt truly inspired and in bliss I was sitting on a ship in July, in Bristol bay, watching the sunset at 12am. I left my guitar in Washington, wrote some lyrics though, and when I got home they have been sitting on my bookshelf since. I thought quitting would be good, in a career sense it has. I landed a great job and am loving what I do, but now I don’t do what I used to love. They are the Muses. I wonder if they are fickle or is it me. I sold myself for a job, because my body has to eat, but now my soul starves. That’s beautiful, thanks. I love my family, my son is everything to me and my wife. I feel guilty on days/nights like this when I just want to play something conducive to my feelings but my fingers and mind won’t relay my heart. Makes me feel like it was easier when I kicked back, smoked some weed and jammed all weekend without a worry. Mortgages and bills put a blight on my mood, especially without marijuana.
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