This lit a fire under me, Jim. That line, “The bogeyman doesn’t come to destroy us. He comes to bring us to ourselves,”stopped me in my tracks. I’ve been dancing with a few nameless fears of my own lately. Your post reminded me that what feels like resistance is often just the first gate to transformation.
Also: the honesty about wanting someone else to just handle it—yes. I’ve felt that too. Especially when the work feels too big, too new, too full of risk. But you’re right—no one is coming. It’s us and the work, over and over. And somehow, when I lean into that, it gets a little lighter.
Thanks for this one. It’s a mirror, a call, and a compass all at once.
Jim, I feel this. That in-between space—where the work is done but the place it holds hasn’t quite landed—is such an unnerving limbo. You love it, you believe in it, and still it hovers, asking more questions than it answers.
That kind of resistance is sneaky. It doesn’t always show up as doubt, but as fog. I’ve been there too—writing something that feels truer than anything I’ve written, then wondering if I’m still allowed to claim it.
I have no doubt the music will meet the moment when it’s ready. Maybe even when you least expect it. And in the meantime, I’ll be cheering for you as you face down that bogey-man.
Loved every single word. 🙌
Love these four words 🙏
This lit a fire under me, Jim. That line, “The bogeyman doesn’t come to destroy us. He comes to bring us to ourselves,”stopped me in my tracks. I’ve been dancing with a few nameless fears of my own lately. Your post reminded me that what feels like resistance is often just the first gate to transformation.
Also: the honesty about wanting someone else to just handle it—yes. I’ve felt that too. Especially when the work feels too big, too new, too full of risk. But you’re right—no one is coming. It’s us and the work, over and over. And somehow, when I lean into that, it gets a little lighter.
Thanks for this one. It’s a mirror, a call, and a compass all at once.
Autumn, helped me to read your thoughts back today.
Wrestling with my own resistance in a few areas at the moment.
Especially on the musical side of my life, where I feel in a period of unclarity.
I've done the "hard" work in terms of writing and recording the album.
And yet, for the first time, I can't see my direction clearly - even as I release the tracks.
I feel a little in/out
Which is very strange for me.
It is not for lack of the love of the music.
Or feeling proud of it.
It's more about its place in my life and it looms like a large question I can't bring myself to answer.
That's my bogey-man.
And my enemy to face.
Thank you for your support, words, feedback and encouragement.
More than I can say,
Jim
Jim, I feel this. That in-between space—where the work is done but the place it holds hasn’t quite landed—is such an unnerving limbo. You love it, you believe in it, and still it hovers, asking more questions than it answers.
That kind of resistance is sneaky. It doesn’t always show up as doubt, but as fog. I’ve been there too—writing something that feels truer than anything I’ve written, then wondering if I’m still allowed to claim it.
I have no doubt the music will meet the moment when it’s ready. Maybe even when you least expect it. And in the meantime, I’ll be cheering for you as you face down that bogey-man.
Thank you for saying this!