I’m tired of cancellation notices.
I’m tired of emails and Zoom meetings.
I’m tired of persuading myself to practice when I have no gigs.
I’m tired of chasing paychecks from January and February, not for work that was cancelled, but for work I’ve already done.
What day of the week is it? Does it matter? Do I matter?
I’m living in elastic-waisted pants.
I’m financially secure.