I think I’ve always been a bit of an all-or-nothing type. I’m melodramatic and a bit self-involved quite a lot of the time, much to the annoyance of anyone who loves me and many who don’t. A knock-on effect of those tendencies happens to be that I give something a go and if it doesn’t work out, I let it go pretty easily. I don’t give up, mind – I just shift. My attention. My effort. My raison d’être.
When I was 15 I thought I might be a writer. By 17 I was hoping to fall head-first into rockstardome. At 18 I boarded a plane to Manila. Said I to me, “Either animals, children, or music…that’s gotta be it.” By the time I boarded the plane back to LA I was set upon working with kids. Homeless kids, to be exact. And I did – much more than I ever did poetry or rocking out. But life has, in the past couple of years, led me in a number of different directions, and so I’ve found myself doing the things life has led me to do. Most of those things haven’t involved homeless children…or children at all, really.
The last year has been an interesting one. At the start of it, I was feeling rather zen about all of it, like things were sure to fall in place if I just kept my head about me and stayed focused. I suppose things did fall into place, if by “things” I didn’t mean “money” and by “place” I didn’t mean “my bank account.”