I had this whole plan to write a long, well thought-out blog post today about emotional labor. I even started early in the morning, writing a paragraph before feeding the chickens or watering the seedlings. But now I’m collapsing into bed, a day full of writing for clients, teaching young piano students, strategizing about upcoming live shows, and home care tasks. I’m going to do a Tara Brach meditation and then sweet, sweet sleep will overtake me. Tomorrow is (hopefully, and, based on previous experience, always) a new day.
Siena Rose 