Whenever I make progress in one area, I backslide on others. There are too many things on my plate.

I've been caring for my relative for 8 months now. Giving my dad increasingly strong messages that I need somebody else to take over because I need more time for my own life and goals. This is quite literally my prime.

I made great progress on the gigging front this week. Met a gig contact, met a director type that wants to help me develop a cabaret set (gonna have dinner with him), sang at two open mics, learned about another open mic at a great venue.

I let fitness slip a bit, didn't sleep enough, and I've been sick for 2 weeks (not covid). Finally went to urgent care (the kind where they don't fuck around and they give you antibiotics and/or steroids) but that was $200 out of pocket.

But I couldn't fucking take it anymore with this (non covid) cough. I had 3 negative covid tests. Wore a mask when around people.

Reached out to a publisher who I have a shared contact with. Fingers crossed. I think my product is really nice with a little polish.

Had a check in with another old contact with great connections. I did volunteer work for her years ago. Lovely person and she freely offered support which is great.

Also started writing a youtube video that I can definitely cut up into insta/tiktok content.

Didn't do any sex stuff because I don't want my sex partners to get sick. Have a date planned for this week tho.

Had an idea for a show I could put on the piano bar circuit. Stay tuned.

If I had this caregiving off my plate, nothing in the world could fucking stop me.