Brian Eno (via jessiethatcher)
I could reblog/post this every day as a constant reminder.
What do you do on the days you feel like you’ve made every wrong choice, that there is no where to go, and that the whole world is just passing you by while you chew your fingers, waiting for an email or a phone call inviting you back to your life?
I am so accustomed to transience that I am worried about having a place of my own in Boston. Yet now I feel like an imposition everywhere, even with friends who repeated assure me that this is not so.
This is the root if my pathologies - I think it would simply be easier and better for everyone if I just stopped taking up time, space, and resources.
But I am going to get on a mic in front of strangers tonight, have an interview tomorrow, and go pack up my life after that to move into Dan’s basement.