I go to the local farmer's market every Wednesday.  My restaurant tries to cook with as much seasonal produce as possible, and I spend a lot of time hunting for it. It's a great job. I like feeling connected to the food, the farmers, the earth, the weather, all of it. It makes me think a lot about seasonality.  This week, cherries are in season.  For 2 or 3 weeks of the year, local cherries taste like candy, and I can't get enough.

The rest of the year, I don't eat them.  
That's because we're meant to eat fruits and vegetables when they're in season. That's when they're the best.  And as ridiculous as it sounds, eating fresh cherries in my car this week got me thinking a lot about my seasonality as a songwriter.
Reader, just like Northern Illinois isn't supposed to produce fruits all year long, neither are we made to bear fruits whenever we feel like it.  We need to be patient with ourselves until the season is right.  I've been hung up on a song for 2 weeks now, and I just can't seem to make it what it needs to be.  Tonight, I put it aside and decided to wait.  It will come into season when it's ready.  If you too have anything in your life that you wish was happening faster, let's be a little more patient this week: no sense rushing our creations until they're at their best.
See you next Monday.  Have a fruitful week. -Em

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