There I am, pulling the horse. Maybe 3 years old, Oma (grandmother) just looking at me like I'm crazy. I don't even know where I am going, but damn it! We are going to go there NOW!
I still feel like I'm pulling the horse, a look of fierce determination on my little face.
Why do I not ride the horse?
And no idea what 'the horse' would be in my life at the moment.
But I'm pulling for all I'm worth.
2.7 weeks left in Berlin and lots of work to do still. I can't believe it's almost over. I never want to go. But I also want to get on with things too....just not quite yet.
Today I recorded a song, had a brainstorming session with my mother, and am now poised to launch an email about my album fundraiser/pre-order.
You can find out about it here:
And sign up for my email list so I can send you this fancy email and you can then forward it to frienemies.