I can't believe how long it has been since we started making this record. I also can't believe it's almost finished. We are on the final stretch, with mastering to be done first week of next month. I am so proud of this record. It is, in fact, everything I had hoped for it to be.
Tonight it is raining. Spring rain, ushering in a new season. My head is a little too busy today. Tomorrow should be better. It is the dark of the moon, and so I am a little dark myself, for no particular reason.
I hope when I get old, I won't become bitter or disillusioned. What is the point of living and having this time on Earth, if you can't rise above the challenges and find something beautiful in each day?
I know people who have not spoken to their family for years because of disagreements. They suffer, even if they deny it, and then when it's too late and they've lost their chance to forgive and be forgiven, they suffer again – now because they realize that they have, indeed, lost something, and now it is too late.
Why do we take life and others for granted? Perhaps because it is human nature and when you are *given* something, you do not appreciate it as much as you would if you paid or sweated and toiled in exchange for it?
The making of the record is almost over. Another month. Another phase of my life begins. I can't wait. And yet, I am also sitting here, tonight, breathing in and out, listening to the rain, and realizing that I am, by far, not the same person I was last September, when I walked into the studio. Perhaps I am not even the person I was Saturday afternoon – before I walked into the studio in Glendale and saw the orchestra assembled to play on my songs.
Next week Sen – the beautiful Chinese artist who is featured on my blog below – will be coming to Los Angeles, and we will congregate to write some Chinese lyrics for the songs on the record. How fantastically marvelous is that?