Out of necessity, my wife Sondra and I have recently moved up to lovely (a word I seldom use) Sebastopol, California. So we're now outta Oakland - our home since we moved to California in 1993. At first I felt GUILTY living in a place with so much space, peace and quiet, beauty, and lack of police car sirens, midnight CHP megaphone-accompanied pull-overs within earshot, robberies and other such city-like accoutrements. I'd say we've had our fair share of brushes with muggings and smash and grab thefts for one family. So the guilt has been easing a bit. This is good.
But a change necessitated by the move up here is the winnowing down of my musical activities. The amount of driving needed has forced me to become more selective. So I've quit several musical projects I've been involved with for years. I think being more selective about the musical projects one chooses to get involved in is a good thing; and perhaps a luxury afforded to me now partially because of a life-long career in music. But still, saying no can be difficult, and a bit scary.
Every time in the past, when life has required a leaving behind of something, it's been unnerving; but it usually turned out surprisingly well. New possibilities have emerged, new connections made, new challenges met.
I'm happy to report the same has been happening this time around. I've been writing up a storm and making new musical connections. Though I'm still doing too much driving, I eagerly look forward to coming home to our peaceful empty-nest at the end of each work day.