A Letter To Myself

Dear Me,
You are a musician. You know how to improvise, to make the best out of the worst. The times which lie ahead of you will be difficult, and this is merely understating the amount of pain you will be enduring within the next few months, and the summer to follow. I only ask of you two things; do not fail, and always remember your standards. You are an artist, after all. Prove it, lest you become a shambling, worthless heap of inaction and un-executed ideas. Do not fail me.