I wrote about 90% of the chorus of Now I Know waiting to get my oil changed in December 2019.
On the heels of the dissolution of my 10-year “all-in” band, The Novelists, my being was apparently still asking the universe for more radical change, and a few months later my primary romantic relationship of seven years also ended. Just as things might have begun to stabilize, COVID hit.
It was the most beautifully uncomfortable, disorienting, and realigning phase of my life. I had moments of pain, the depth of which I could not previously have imagined. Emotionally and somatically, I couldn’t understand how I would survive this. Intellectually, I knew that sooner or later, I would make it to the other side.
But it wasn’t all pain; I also experienced massive relief. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I was entirely in control of my own decisions and responsible for the outcomes. My destiny was in my own hands. There was also no one left to blame.
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