When I sat down here in the spare bedroom that I thought I’d be using as my “music room,” but has just been acting as “the room I hang my laundry in,” I wasn’t sure what I’d write. But It became clear what I’d write about today when I looked over at Catherine there on my phone through the magic of FaceTime. Oh, what a time we live in.
I wish I could say I started typing this of my own volition, but Catherine pulled on the motivation strings today. When I think about it, she’s been tugging on those motivation strings for the last few months. And I’m okay with that. Catherine asked me yesterday if I’ve been writing, and I embarrassingly replied, “no.” I laughed nervously and responded with, “honestly, I should just be striving to write just 15 minutes a day, of any kind of writing.” She said, “yeah, you should… I’ll call you from work, and you’ll have to write for 15 minutes with me while I work.” I didn’t realize she meant today because she woke me up with a facetime and an enthusiastic “get up! Work with me!”
The last few months I’ve spent watching her fall asleep, and she’s been waking my lazy ass up. When you say it like that, it seems like I have the harder part of this arrangement, but I don’t just watch her fall asleep, okay? She found this cheap little adapter on Amazon that allows me to turn off and on whatever she has plugged into it from an app on my phone. So sometimes she’ll fall asleep watching me on Facetime while I’m at a gig, and I’ll make sure I turn off the lantern she has plugged in mid-song. Other times I’ll be at home, and I’ll sing her to sleep while I sit in my computer chair and play my nylon string guitar and sing in as much of a whisper as I possibly can. Sometimes she’ll fall asleep while I chop up veggies for whatever I’m cooking for dinner. Luckily she falls asleep relatively quickly when she’s tired. I’m talking 1-3 songs max! Anyway, she woke me up today to have me write while she works, but I resist a little until the weight of knowing she’s been at work for 6 hours hits me, and I roll myself out of bed.
It’s not just with the writing thing that she’s helped me stay more on top of. We started a weight loss competition between the two of us a few weeks ago, and I’ve been really on top of my diet for two weeks now. I’m not saying she’s been participating in the competition yet, but she’s been very busy at work, as well as hosting her mom at her place, so I’ll give her a pass for now. She’ll tell me that’s not an excuse, but I understand. She only has to lose 10 pounds while I have to lose 20 pounds, so she’s in the clear for now, since I’m only down about 4 pounds. Sometimes she’ll FaceTime me during the day while she’s working from home, and I’ll feel guilty and go through emails and whatnot. I’m beginning to realize I do have a lot of these clerical type things to take care of, even as a musician. There are checks to deposit, contracts, invoices to send out, and emails to reply to. Sometimes I’ll also clean my place, so she doesn’t see a mess when we’re FaceTiming. I even started running again so that when I go and visit her in SD, we can go running together with her dog Ilio.
The thing is, she hasn’t asked me to do any of these things. She just silently makes me want to follow through on things I should be more responsible with. It’s a welcomed influence I’m incredibly grateful for. I can’t wait for her to wake me up tomorrow.