I wanted to do some writing this evening.
There are some things I have to do to fuel my soul, and writing is an easy form of soulfuelment for me.
The only problem is my soul was telling me to play music. It was whispering to record it. Properly. Just in case a new track for my next album burst to life.
I could’ve ignored this whisper of the soul, but I’d already made a commitment to act upon these soul whispers.
So I got my proper mic out, hit record, and tuned into that whisper.
I’m inclined to say “I’ve been working on a new track,” but that’s a lie. It’s so fucking easy, all I did was hit record, improvise for a few minutes, play with some of my photos in Photoshop, and now I have a new track for my album AND a video clip.
The ease of this is almost embarrassing.
The hardest bit is waiting five thousand years for the prehistoric Aussie internet to upload it all.
So much gratitude for choosing to follow my soul 🙏🙏🙏💛💛💛💛💛✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
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