Traveling interstate recently, a small town radio station played a comic country song titled We Don't Change Our Ways, We Change Our Women. That about sums it up.
We try, we compromise, we act, eventually we revert.
Today I was chatting with a fellow art nomad. He is facing a dilemma, the stability of his work and the desire to move on. One pays for the other, one inspires the other. He'll be working that decision all his life. Guys like him can live under a railway bridge if the work is going well, need to keep moving in one way or another to keep working.
He doesn't change his ways, he changes mindset, location, muse. If his ways involved a stable home, a steady income, life would be simple. Artists are lonely seagulls, landing only for nutrition and sleep.
My friend and I aren't so different. We both dream of finding a woman who can live with our ways. Dreams can come true.