My Inferiority Complex

in all her mysterious ways

A few nights ago, I performed a show with my friend Monica at Brooklyn Music Kitchen and it was awesome. It was the first time I performed original songs while sitting down on the stage and while playing djembes and shakers. It felt like medicine music and really, that’s what a lot of my songs are intended to be. It was a great performance and one I look forward to doing again in the near future.

But this morning, as I went to sit down in front of my computer and go about my day, I felt an old friend gnaw at me. I call her my inferiority complex. Even as I write this, I’m realizing how soothing and comforting it is to name her. To greet her. And to meditate on her comings and goings.