I’m sitting in the part of the crowd that “Where’s” Waldo would be. Hiding in the middle of the street scene. Marcella said my name means “The Observer.” That explains the photography. But it sure doesn’t explain getting on a stage to sing for strangers. It is both terrifying and my deepest love. It’s getting easier over time, especially in groups. If I accidentally give myself too much time to think, I force myself to connect with a deeper fear - the fear of wasting my talent/life. That sobers me up. Then the music gets me drunk.
The coconut/pistachio/rum milkshake also helped.