I worked Frank Turner's Lost Evenings Festival in Camden last week. Despite chronic pain, chronic fatigue, jet lag, and seasonal allergies from hell - I somehow survived. There's too much to process still. Too much to smile about, and remember. I can't believe this is my life, and this is my job. I can't believe I … Continue reading God damn, it nearly killed us.
I often try to stop and reflect on my life - where I am, what I'm doing, etc. I think part of the reason I do this is because I'm frequently ill, so it's a way to remind myself of all the progress I've made and see the work I've done. I also do this, … Continue reading It’s All Happening