Day I-don’t-know (3/30/20 oh that day)

The last three or four days, I didn’t know what day of the week it was, but it doesn’t matter for me, so I didn’t bother to check. For a lot of folks, it’s been a few weeks at home. Today marks two weeks for myself, and my mindset has changed from that first couple of days. 

First two days: 

There was a 6-hour window where I lost my remaining five weekly gigs. Private events coming up in the following weeks were also starting to cancel. There were talks about the island shutting down the way San Francisco, Los Angeles, and then most recently San Diego had. We were starting to hear more details about the virus and how it tended to prey on those most vulnerable, like the elderly, and people with pre-existing respiratory conditions and compromised immune systems. It made me instantly think of a handful of people in my own life that fell into one of those categories. I was scared. I was really scared. I was scared for my friends and family. I was scared for those vulnerable people. I was scared about how I was going to make ends meet.  


I’m still scared, but I feel at peace knowing I’m doing my utmost to mitigate a shitty situation. I told my parents I’m going to stay quarantined for a few weeks before I come and visit them. Even when I do so, I want to practice social distancing. But knowing that’s the goal, I’m extra cautious when I go out and limiting the number of times I do so. Doing my best to support local business when I can, so every few days, I’ll go out and order a bunch of food from one establishment, or one or two things from multiple establishments. If I need to go to a market or store, I’ll try to do that during weird in-between hours where there’d potentially be fewer people around. Recently I started running again, so I’ll do that late at night to reduce the chance of running by someone. Also, it’s just cooler at night which is a plus! 

As far as money goes, I’m fortunate that I can still do live stream performances on IG and FB, and put out my Venmo for people to tip me if they feel inclined to. It’s strange asking people for money, but luckily I’ve only had to post my Venmo handle one time. During streams, if people ask for it, other people will take it upon themselves to tell them where they can tip me. It’s touching knowing people are going out of their way to help and make sure I’m okay. People have been extremely generous that way, so I’ve been able to keep up with what little bills I do have. It’s been fun in the last week, brainstorming ideas to make the live streams more fun for people. I do feel it’s healthy to have purpose and structure, something I lacked in the first week. 

Since I can no longer go to the gym, I’ve been eating a lot less. Taking advantage of intermittent fasting, and typically just eating one giant meal at night. It’s reduced my food costs, and also led to some weight loss! No “quarantine 15” for me. I designated a spot in my living room where I do pushups and air squats throughout the day, so it’s just become a habit to bang out 20 of each when I walk by there. 

It’s still so up in the air when all of this craziness will end. At least in my life, it feels like this can be an acceptable norm for now. I know everyone is not in the same boat as I am when it comes to being in fortunate circumstances, so I count my blessings. I think about healthcare workers every day, and how challenging and stressful their jobs are right now. Even more so than it usually is when there isn’t a worldwide pandemic. Shit hasn’t hit the fan here in Hawaii just yet, as far as an outbreak goes, and I’m hoping it never does. The horror stories coming out of Italy and now in places like New York and Florida frighten me. I just hope everyone can be onboard with social distancing and isolation and not taking things lightly. The implications of not taking extra precautions far outweigh the effects of this shutdown. People can rebuild their lives and recover financially, but they can’t do that if they’re dead. That’s the honest truth right now. 

Over not (3/13/20)

When I called you yesterday, and I told you I didn’t plan on calling you because I thought I needed some time and space, you said, “oh, you got over me that quick, huh?” I know you said it jokingly, and I took it as such, but I still thought about it today. I needed something to write about, and that’s what popped into my head first.

If anything, I’m less over you than ever. If I felt this kind of friction with someone in the past, I’d choose to dip out and say it wasn’t worth it. But for some reason, I want to stick around with you. I’ll admit, I was nervous when I called you, just because of how things were left off when we last communicated. But I forgot about that when I saw you. It was a fucking relief to see your demeanor changed, just in the way you looked at me. It felt pleasant and normal again and not stressed and forced. Let’s keep doing that; I don’t need anything more right now. But over you, I am not.

Writing Therapy (3/12/20)

I felt very at peace with things yesterday after I wrote out my thoughts. That writing therapy got to me. I’ve heard many times of the power of taking those thoughts floating around in your head and putting them down on the “page.” It never really clicked until yesterday. It almost makes too much sense to write every time something starts to rattle a little differently up there in the dome. Like, why not? A part of me thought having the ability to go back and read it over and over again would trap me in a vicious loop of reliving it. But in actuality, it put order to all of those thoughts so I can see everything step by step, to make sense of it all. 

A couple of days ago, I told myself I needed some space from someone for a while. I texted that person yesterday. I think if I hadn’t put my thoughts in order yesterday morning, I’d still be exercising that space with zero communication. But when I texted, it wasn’t weird, it didn’t feel wrong or rushed or awkward, and the response I received felt normal and comfortable. I don’t know that I’m ready to have a face-to-face with them yet, but I think the overpowering feeling of missing their friendship dissolved any of those other space inducing feelings I was having.  

Being cerebral sometimes can get you in a lot of trouble with overthinking things, but it can also help you resolve matters quickly. For whatever reason, I was lucky enough to develop a perspective on life that often makes me ask if certain things are that influential in the grand scheme of my life. Resolving stressful issues is much easier with that combination of perspective and being so inwardly analytical.  

One of my greatest strengths and greatest weaknesses is my emotions. It helps me connect with people when I sing, but it can get me into pickles as well. Not very often, those emotions will overpower my reasoning. I could be way worse off and be a reactionary wrecking ball, but it’s still something I can work on. I’m much more scared of the emotionless person, or the person that suppresses all of their emotions to get through life. What kind of life is that? 

Dear someone,

Dear someone,

You said you “don’t take this that seriously.” That line was a wake-up call for me. 

I knew at the start, a relationship was off the table at the time, and I told myself that it was okay. And I honestly was fine with that. Somewhere along the way, I started taking it very seriously and allowed myself to care and invest more of myself into it than I thought I was. Way more than you can right now. But that’s okay. You’re where you’re at, and I’m where I’m at. There are no fingers to point, no blame to cast. It’s a nice place to be. Nothing about it actually feels nice right now, but I know there are worse places to be. I felt like at some point, you were starting to take things a little seriously too, so in my mind, we were just getting more serious, and I was okay with that. Now I know that was causing you discomfort and is ultimately what you didn’t want from the beginning. You said you were going to be harsh, but I didn’t see it that way, you were as honest as you could be, and I appreciate that about you so much. That line was so honest that it left no room for interpretation other than the simple truth, and it’s what I needed to hear so I could be honest with myself about my wants. 

Don’t feel bad that things affect me so much, you have nothing to do with that. You can sleep tight knowing you’ve done nothing wrong. I can’t help that I think about things very deeply, sometimes too much so, but it’s because in this moment I care about it so much. I can’t take back the feelings that grew from the last several months, cats (haha) out of the bag. So all I can do is step back and hopefully let those feelings subside so you and I can get back to our friendship. Which I deeply miss right now. 

Like an asshole, I clicked on your name in my messages and looked back at the photos we sent each other over the last five or so months. I wasn’t sad; I actually smiled. It was a lot of food pictures, you looking beautiful in dresses at different events, me taking selfies with the boys at my gigs, your HANDSOME dog, random things you and I were doing, you and your mom drinking, more food pictures, more of your dog, and one selfie I forced on you at that concert in Long Beach when we were watching The Green play. I think my favorite one hands down is the one I took of you with the face mask on at your mom’s place during your December vacation back home. That’s the smile that kept me up at night. You weren’t dolled up in a dress, or posing with coworkers at an event. You were raw and beautiful, and happy. And so was I. Happy, not raw and beautiful. 

I’m very optimistic that we can get back to that one day because we bought those face masks on my last trip, and we never used them. I can’t wait to goof off with you again and make you laugh at dumb lawyer jokes. I miss hearing about your cases and the challenges you faced at work. What did you do to me that I looked forward to you venting to me about work? What the fuck. I miss walking your dog in the middle of the day because I slept through the morning. I miss kissing you, but I can’t kiss you right now without those deeper feelings creeping in. And I realize it wasn’t about not having feelings for each other, of course we had feelings for each other. It was the wanting-something-more that was the issue. I get it. I never expected anything from you or pressured you, but you were right, I deep down wanted more than you’re ready or willing to give right now. All good. Am I sad? Yeah, of course.

I promise to be a good friend to you again soon, as long as you can be one to me as well. I miss you a lot. Before it was the proximity, you being across an ocean, and I missed being near you. Now I miss just talking with you and joking, and venting, and smiling at each other because we made each other happy. One day soon, hopefully. 

You’re probably going to shake your head if you ever see this because you said you don’t want me reeling over things, or thinking deeply into our conversations. But I don’t think this counts because we had the conversations, I understand them now, but now I’m sorting through my feelings. And hell, this is giving me tons to write about! So suck it, I’m going to keep writing, haha. It’s also helping me work through everything. It’s true what they say about writing being theraputic.

Here’s a picture of a plate of tater tots I refrained from eating so I can beat you in our weight loss challenge that you haven’t started yet, but that I started back in January. One of the pictures I sent to you in the last few months.

Something in your eye… (3/11/20)

It’s a strange knot that appears behind your throat. It’s just a slight tingle, making it hard to swallow. Your chest fights the inhale like a stubborn gatekeeper causing a tremble while your lungs want to cave in and expand at the same time. At the deepest part of your inhale, your eyes shut tight with the weight of the world on your brows. The spot behind your nose itches, like the feeling before a sneeze. But instead of a sneeze, your eyes flood, and your throat feels dry and collapses in on itself. From corner to corner, no matter how tightly you squeeze your eyes shut, the tears make their way into the cold air. Sometimes it stays there, clinging to your eyelashes, till they evaporate into the void. Sometimes they take a trip down your face. From the outside corner they cascade down your jawline, sometimes reaching your chin. From the inside corner, they hug tightly to your nose and sometimes make it to your lips. Other times, from either corner, they find their way onto the floor, or your pillowcase. I find it best to let things happen, and feel the things you’re feeling. Still, “there’s no crying in baseball!” But I stopped playing baseball 19 years ago.