I've been working so hard lately to the point of burnout almost every day. And I'm not proud of that. There can be almost a desperation to it sometimes, much as I hate to admit it. I'm always pumping my brain with motivational stuff and filmmaking podcasts and so forth and, man, today I just hit the limit. In the middle of an entrepreneurial podcast I just had to hit stop and put on some Ryan Adams. The first song was "Empty Bed" and I immediately started crying. No real reason, just exhaustion and the shock of letting myself feel. And the truth is, I felt sad and I was glad about it. Our culture seems to teach us that sadness has to be fixed but I've never wanted that. I've had plenty of times when I maybe should have gone on medication for depression but never did. It seems obnoxious to say it was for art but that's kind of the truth. I need to be able to turn on a song and feel sorrowful. None of us will ever remove sorrow from our lives. It's a constant. After all, this whole thing ends in tragedy every time. (& if you think that's negative then you haven't really been through it. Death is always heartbreaking.) Be sad if you have to, and listen to a song or watch a movie or read a book where you can know you're not alone. Why fix this part of ourselves? Every day I'm broken and every day I think I can do anything. It all happens and passes. And every day, thankfully, there's art.