Everyone goes through this from time to time, I’m sure. I’m just not feeling like a bird these days. Part of it is because I’m exiled on a resort island where I’m fronting a 2-man cover act 5 days a week. The atmosphere here is touristy, beach-volleyball, 1980’s jock-flick-tastic, and here I am… a Furry geek-rocker.
To say the least, I feel out of place all the time.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s fun and it’s paying off a lot of credit debt, but I just don’t feel like a bird when I’m out here. All I can do is stare at the Great Egrets, Osprey, and other actual birds and sigh wistfully. Come September I’ll be out of here, and I’ll be back to my usual broke self again.
Hopefully I’ll be a bit more feathery by then.