Songs For The Struggling Artist

When I was at the height of my Teaching Artist powers, I kept an extraordinarily erratic schedule. One morning I’d have to be in Jamaica by 8 am, the next day, I didn’t have a meeting in Manhattan until 4. The following day I’d be in the Bronx from 10 and some days, I’d have gigs in all three boroughs. Some days I’d have no gigs. I woke up at a different time every day, ate at a different time every day and was rarely in the same place two days in a row. I loved that no two days were exactly alike. The fact that I once lived and thrived like this is hard for me to reconcile with my current reality. One of the first things I learned about living with migraine is that routine would be my friend. The more predictable I could make my life, the fewer migraines might hit me. I began to try and find the best rhythm and schedule for my body – and while same-ifying my life didn’t stop the migraines entirely, it did make a big difference. I don’t like it. I liked the feeling of never being in the same day twice back wh