Four-months deep into my first national tour, it became my sanity-mantra; "All the time in the world". Alyse and I had covered thousands of miles, well over a hundred shows; car packed to the ceiling and puppy dog in tow. That month we pulled six all-nighters and littered the car with parking tickets like they were party streamers. That was also the month we quit caffeine and went vegan.
All the time in the world.
And somehow between all the shows, tofurkey wraps, and eight hour drives; it always brought us back down to planet earth, if even just for a second.
It wasn't really an excuse to procrastinate - God knows I've come up with some creative ones - but to remind ourselves that, ultimately, we created our own reality. If we wanted to stay on the road four more months, we could make it happen. Spend two years in Timbuktu? Make it happen. Do it all whilst running around like chickens with our heads cut-off? Yep, made it happen.
Or not.
