Sitting in a café in Aarau, Switzerland, last full day of my Swiss tour before I fly home tomorrow. And for the first time in a long time, it feels like I’m actually flying home. Even though home looks nothing like it did a little over a year ago, nor like it did for the better part of my adult life, it feels different this time. Something has shifted. After a lot of loss, and after trying everything in the book to feel better, I decided to just pull out all the gaps in my schedule and throw myself into my work. One tour would end, and a new one would start the next day. If there was a stretch without shows, then I would run off to LA for intensive writing sessions, or to the mountains of Alberta to do mentoring work with youth, no stopping allowed.
This time however, I’m going to be in one place for a little while, maybe even a whole month. Time to get my books in order (not a metaphor), unpack my suitcase, and bring home all this music I’ve been making over the past year. There’s a lot of it.
Also time to tune into the world around me. There’s a lot going on out there beyond my bubble.
Thank you for being with me over the past 12 months. All those nights of getting to be up onstage doing what I love, what I need to do, connecting with you, has been my salve. It’s a privilege that I’ve had this creative outlet to flow through; I don’t know what I would have done without it.
I’ve had more change than I thought possible in a year, and I feel more alive than ever. It’s true: life is change.
Don’t believe the hype. We’re all just trying our best to figure it out. Sending love always, P
